Chapter 80
The garden temperature seemed to drop ten degrees as Calliope’s voice dipped into a low, predatory growl.
“You forget, councilwoman, I’m not one of you. I’m a werewolf. I can smell the stench of a dozen men on you from a mile away,” Calliope said, leaning in until she was inches from Elowen’s frozen face. “I was actually coming over to enjoy tea time and some friendly gossip, but the moment I sat down, I could smell the corporal all over you.”
As Calliope’s eyes bled into a solid, bottomless black, the women at the table scrambled backward, their chairs screeching against the stone tiles. One of the councilman's wives dropped her porcelain cup; it shattered against the ground, the sound echoing like a bone snapping.
Arden felt her own heart hammering against her ribs. She ha
