Chapter 23
I woke to Lupe’s tongue on my nose, the scent of smoke heavy in the air. The basement was pitch dark, the bulb either having burnt out or—I realized as my sleep-fogged brain kicked into gear—the house’s electricity having once again been cut.
Hot air rises.
My inner wolf’s sudden foray into physics made no sense until I realized what she was trying to impart. If we smelled smoke down here in the basement, it had to be so much worse up where most of the people I cared about had bedded down for the night.
We needed to act fast.
“Now would be a really good time to shift back if you can, Lupe,” I said, even though I didn’t expect any sudden surge of humanity out of the rogue. Instead of waiting to see how the wolf would respond, I rolled over and felt around in search of the pr
