Liora
Sitting across from Amos, I watch him take a sip from the coffee mug Sarah handed to him. Breakfast had just ended, and as we waited for Maya and Dan to join us in this meeting, Seth and I decided to bring Amos into his office while asking Sarah—one of the few wolves we could trust at this early stage—to bring refreshments for us.
“Sorry we’re late.”
The door opens, and Dan walks in, followed by a tired-looking Maya. I know they’re packing and preparing to return to Ivory Fangs tomorrow morning, and I feel guilty for asking them to be here.
“No need to apologize, Luan Dan,” Amos states, waving his hand with a smile. “I see you also brought in a friend.”
Stiffening in my seat, I sniff the air and confirm an unknown wolf’s scent. Blackberries and pine reach my nose, and I wonder w
