his cries were soft now , more a whimper , and somehow that was more pitiful than the loudest of screams . i could n't bear for anyone to touch where hector had . the pickled-honey taste filled his mouth . 14 the runaway the sky rumbles overhead . `` before you consider anything , '' shanna said with a worried look , `` you need to know all the facts . `` i am not the sharing type , riley , and i do not want to be dragged into the whole werewolf culture . 