The office still smelled like rogue blood and shattered glass, which really added a nice ambiance to the way the Elders kept shrieking like possessed tea kettles.
“She must be exiled,” Elder One shouted.
“She is a danger,” Elder Two added.
“She is a walking curse,” Elder Three contributed like it was open mic night for paranoia.
I rolled my eyes so hard I worried they might detach. “Calm down, discount fortune cookies. I am standing here. Not spontaneously combusting.”
They gasped like I had slapped them with a dictionary.
Jack immediately moved in front of me, shoulders squared, blocking the Elders with his body. Beau stepped behind me without hesitation, close enough that his shoulder brushed mine in a way that made my wolf stretch like she was waking up from a nap she didn't remem
