His instincts had told him that there was something deeply wrong with the two men in their company. But Rex had chastised him for harping on it. Pulling back from the bars, Quillan stood up, picking up the plate as he did so that he could set it on the counter.
"You'd say anything to get me to distrust Rex." He was fighting the urge to believe the wolf because deep down he knew he was right. And if Kellen was right, then what did that make Quillan? It made him a monster when before he thought he was a hero. It was a difficult change in thinking to make. "Stop it. They didn't do those things to anyone. Rex wouldn't work with that kind of person." What Quillan was underestimating was Rex's obsession with finding a way to kill the Cold Water pack. Hunter was his great white whale of sorts.
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