Chapter 37
I slipped out of bed silently, pulling on the baggy jogging outfit Allen had lent me in lieu of absent clothing of my own. Even though the accountant was the smallest of the werewolves living in this mansion, I could barely draw the string tight enough to keep the pants up around my waist. But at least I’d stay warm this time around...and could carry my star ball in the far more useful form of a sword.
I didn’t leave immediately, though. Instead, I hovered over Kira, loathe to be away from her for even an hour. Not that I thought someone would sneak into the mansion and snatch the child while she was sleeping. Our enemy didn’t seem idiotic enough to break into an alpha werewolf’s lair while Gunner was in residence. Still, if my sister woke and guessed where I’d gone off to...w
