Page 10 of Claimed By The Tracker

"Lena."

He said my name differently this time.

Not like information from a file.

Like he knew me.

Like something inside him did.

His eyes turned gold.

Not a flash.

Not suppressed.

Gold.

The wolf was looking at me now.

And whatever lived behind those eyes had made a decision.

My magic responded with another hot pulse.

Not fear.

That frightened me more.

"That's not my name," I said.

His gaze locked on mine.

"It is now."

"Get away from the car."

"I'm not taking you back."

A laugh escaped me. Sharp and disbelieving.

"You tracked me across sixty miles of North Carolina because my father paid you to retrieve me."

"I took the assignment before I knew what it was."

"And now?"

His gaze dropped briefly to the gold still flickering around my hands.

"Now I know your father had a contract ready before you ran. I know it involves your bloodline. And I know you just showed me exactly why he wants you back."

The last of my amusement died.

I curled my fingers into a fist, trying to smother the light.

"You saw nothing."

"I saw enough."

Fear punched through me.