Twenty-Nine
I open the wardrobe, and instead of reaching for pajamas, I pull out the warmest jacket I can find. I don’t know how cold it is where I’m going, so it’s best to be prepared. “Sorry, Bandit,” I say to the wolf cub sleeping on the chair in the corner, “but you won’t be coming with me this time. It’s safer for you to stay here.”
I remove my T-shirt and grab a clean one off the top of the pile—just as I hear footsteps outside my door. “Hey, Em.” It’s Calla’s voice. The door clicks open. “I wanted to ask you if—Oh, I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine,” I say with a nervous laugh, turning away as I fumble with the T-shirt.
“I’m sorry, I should have knocked.”
“No, no. It’s my fault for getting changed without closing the door properly. I didn’t think.” I pull the T-shirt over my head befo
