“Food is ready!” Chris’s voice echoed through the trees and my head snapped toward the small cottage not too far away where Elijah and I were lying in the grass. I had managed to tire him out with all the running through the forest and the things I tried to teach him in our wolf forms, so he was now lying snuggled by my side while I licked his fur. He seemed to like that a lot because he was almost purring.
At the mention of food, his head snapped up, nose sniffing the air.
I doubted Chris could see us through the trees and the underbrush surrounding the cottage, but a hole in the bush I laid under gave me the perfect view of the house and its surroundings, just in case something happened.
The delicious smell of meat and roasted potatoes with herbs reached my nostrils and I felt
