time it touched on him, light as a feather.
Even worse, his wolf had begun to battle him, wanting to take over, wanting her with an intensity both familiar and appalling. At eighteen, he’d found this craving for her—and what it meant—terrifying. Now it was even more unsettling.
But a Brennan never went back on his word. Even though his father had been killed a few years ago in a cabin fire while on a hunting trip with friends, his death did not release Lazlo from his vow.
Erika and Lazlo could never be together. This harsh truth had been the reason he’d left Teslinko, fleeing something so strong it had threatened to overwhelm him. He’d known he didn’t have the strength to resist her then. Now, with ten years between them, he’d believed he’d be stronger, his feelings for her weaker. Obviously, he’d been wrong.
For the first time since returning home, Lazlo wished he’d stayed in Leaning Tree, New York. The town nestled within the rolling hills of the Catskills had reminded him of Teslinko, minus the presence of the sea. He’d adapted well there, though the homesickness had never entirely gone away. Nor had his longing for a woman he could never have.
But, he reminded himself, he was no longer a weak, indecisive teenager. He was a grown man now and could deal with whatever issues life threw his way.
Mrs. Holson began sobbing loudly. Her husband put his arm around her and pulled her close.
“I think they’ve had enough for today,” Erika said, her soft voice making Lazlo’s wolf sit up and take instant notice.
He waited for Rok to order her to butt out—civilians had no place in a police investigation—but to his surprise, his partner simply nodded.
“Tell them about your dream,” Rok directed Erika.
Lazlo stared.
Mrs. Holson began to wail louder. Her husband clutched at Erika’s arm, his expression anguished. “Please tell us you did not dream of Katya’s death.”
“I did not,” Erika soothed, taking the man’s hand in hers. “But I did see who took her.”
Lazlo watched hope once again blossom on the parents’ faces, and he admired Erika’s empathy; it reminded him of the girl he’d once loved.
Lazlo had had enough. “Come on,” he said, jerking his chin toward the door to indicate Rok should follow.
Appearing reluctant, Rok touched Erika’s shoulder on his way out. “Erika, please call if you dream anything else.”
“I will,” she promised.
Lazlo glanced at Erika and his chest tightened. Anticipating his wolf, he clamped down on all his emotions and suppressed the urge to shake his head.
Once they were outside, Lazlo rounded on his partner. “I can’t believe you allowed that nonsense. She raised those poor people’s hopes.”
“With good cause. She’s helped us many times before, with incredible accuracy, though disappointing results. With Katya, though, the stakes are much higher.” Rok sighed. “If Erika’s going to help us, she’d better damn well hurry.”
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