“So the bears have finally grown brains.” Master Ombres snorts, shaking her head. “I never thought I’d live to see the day.”
We’re sitting around the table in one of the conference rooms on the ground floor, usually meant for debriefing the senior Wolf Witches. I’ve never been in here before, but I’ll take it over her velvet-trimmed office any day; at least I’m not the center of attention in here. Charles is on one side, flanked by five other scouts, and his expression is drawn and uncomfortable.
Atlas and I are seated on the other side, and although it’s reassuring to have him here, I’d do anything to be able to let my guard down around him. I’m still not sure what the protocol is for sleeping with your mentor, but my guess is that it’s generally frowned upon around here. Either way, I
