Chapitre 36: Chapter 36

“Not all shifters are bad, Elijah.”

“I know!” He flinched away, ducking as if preparing for a blow. Kol watched him without moving a muscle.

“Did Frank ever meet Varg?”

Eli glanced at him and shook his head. “No, Elora found the house after we’d run away, and I’d already lived there for about six months before I first spoke to Frank.”

“Okay. I still think I’m going to call him.”

“You’re going to call Frank?”

“Why not? He lives by the beach, anyone who wants to get to you needs to cross his territory first.”

Eli blinked. “His territory?”

“The beach is Frank’s.”

Shaking his head, Elijah spoke in a careful voice. “No, no one owns the beach, or no individual owns the beach at least.”

“It’s still his territory. Leopards are like black panthers—we’re solitary, so we have our own territories.”

“Frank’s like you?” Eli’s eyes were wide.

“But spotty. Black’s so much nicer, right?” He grinned, trying to lighten the mood.