Voices and laughter came to me as I walked down the stairs. Stopping for a moment, I played with my senses. As a child, this was one of my favourite distractions, no one ever played with me so I kept myself busy without ever being noticed. I concentrated for a moment, soaking up the more or less familiar voices: Isaac's deep and powerful tone, Arlen's energetic words, Chelsea's cheerfulness, Eliot's firmness, and finally Duncan's softness. I felt my cheeks grow hot, embarrassed by the instincts he was arousing in me.
"You' re such an easy girl!
- Shut up! You're the one who thought I was slow."
My she-wolf laughed playfully. I was so pleased to feel her so happy, the presence of our companion was doing miracles on her and on me too, I had to admit. Lost in my thoughts, I had not paid at
