Rhyson
“Humans,” I repeated as I stared at Juniper. “In the middle of a rogue werewolf mountain.”
“Yes,” Nyx snapped from next to her. “And since I was the one who smelled them, you should be directing your questions at me. I realize it’s absurd, but they are not wolves. They smelled…a little strange, but I don’t spend a whole lot of time around humans.”
Growling, I fixed her with a gaze, but she didn’t shrink away. “And you thought it was a good idea to follow that smell?”
“Yes, Rhyson, I thought it might be prudent to see why I was smelling something strange since we’re in an unknown environment searching for…what are we searching for again?” she asked sweetly. Next to me, Duke growled, but we’d discussed not calling me Your Majesty while we were here, so there wasn’t a whole lot tha
