Nyx
“She’s not feral,” I whispered as I curled my hands. “She’s doing the best she can. How can you tell?”
“My wolf can sense it,” Kiana said calmly while she walked ahead. “Come on.”
So she wasn’t going to kill me on sight? I debated the decision I’d made in coming here. What if she was leading me into a trap?
“You want answers or not?” Kiana asked impatiently. “I’m hungry. I’m not going to stand here much longer.”
Swallowing hard, I followed her. Kiana banged on the front door. “Irene? It’s me. I’ve got company, and we’re coming in, so don’t throw any plates at my head.”
“Why would she throw plates at your head?”
“The only person who visits her right now is her mate, and he’s the reason she’s so mad all the time,” Kiana whispered back.
“Wait, she has a mate? Like a werewolf?”
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