Chapter Twenty Six

“Who is he dreaming of?” Samuel asked.

“His dead mate,” Brian said. “She was tortured to death. He won’t speak of it, though I know he feels guilty because he’d been traveling when it happened.

He told me he’d quit dreaming of it when he joined our pack but it started again last month. He wakes up disoriented and…sometimes not where he went to sleep.”

Dangerous, thought Toby, to have a wolf of the Moor’s powers out and about under its own direction.

“You think his death can wait?” asked Samuel.

Brian smiled, a real smile. “I think it can wait. We have an Omega to help him.”

His father looked at Toby, and the smile broadened to a grin. “She’s not going to leave you for him, Toby, no matter what Asil says to tweak your tail.”

Toby’s living room, though expensively decorated, was stil warm and homey, Lauren decided. It just wasn’t her home. She wandered restlessly through the rooms before she finally settled in the bedroom, sitting in a corner on the floor with her legs pulled up, huggin