Chapter 26
FIONA AMBLER LIVED in a caravan out of a fairy tale. Rounded and canary colored, the mode of conveyance appeared to be two heavy-set horses grazing nearby.
Despite the trappings, the field in which we parked reeked of territorial werewolves.
“Should we have called ahead?” I asked as I slid out of the driver’s side, waiting for Luke to follow. My nape prickled. There were eyes hidden in the bushes. Hungry wolves watching. I felt even more exposed than when we’d gone to call on George.
Rather than answering, Luke shook his head. “She’ll talk to you.”
“To me?”
Luke gestured with his free arm. “This is a safe haven for women. It’s where half of our female pack mates have been hiding. Fiona is....”
“None of your business.”
I whirled to face a young woman who I could have swor
