Chapter 33
It was Ember. I knew her by scent—like a luscious cupcake, all sweet and chocolatey. In fact, I was pretty sure I saw a smudge of brown on her lupine lips.
Her mood wasn’t sweet, however, and I understood the reason for her reservations. The instant I stepped through the portal, pack bonds had slammed into me. So many they should have knocked me over...but, instead, they suffused me with energy. Pack power poured into the well of emptiness that had opened while I propped up Ash and Wolfie, and there was nothing I could do to stop the flow.
Well, maybe not nothing. I could always fall back on my greatest weapon—words. “I know this looks suspicious,” I told the wolf who’d clearly taken over the role of pack protector in her father’s absence. “We’re coming out of Faery and impac
