Chapter 22
The only person Lupe had allowed within fifty feet of her hiding place was the very pregnant teacher who I was now sorely regretting pulling into this mess in the first place. Mrs. Sawyer was red-faced, her sleek blond hair matted with sweat as she crouched down in front of the skittish werewolf. I couldn’t help thinking her current exertion levels couldn’t be good for her pups.
Pups. Kids. Whatever.
“No one’s going to hurt you,” the one-body cooed as she extended her hand toward the rogue. But instead of sniffing, Lupe growled and snapped, her teeth closing a hair’s breadth away from the human’s fingertips.
The bloodling’s eyes had flicked to me repeatedly as I eased my way closer, and each time I’d peered back in hopes of finding a hint of humanity within that piercing gaz
