Almost instantly, he takes a step back, as if to tell me he didn’t mean it. When he nudges me again, I realize he wants me to climb onto his back.
“Oh.” I wrap his coat tighter around me before mounting him with some difficulty. His fur is soft, and he huffs when my fingers dig into it. “Where are we—”
I don’t get to finish my question because he takes a few steps back from the railing and then runs forward and leaps over it. A startled scream leaves my mouth, and I swear I hear Cedric’s wolf huff in amusement.
I bury my face in his fur.
Our bedroom is quite far up, and jumping from such a height to the ground is terrifying. However, Cedric’s wolf does it quite easily. His feet have barely landed when he begins racing toward the gate. There are a few shifters around, but nobody stops u
