My wolf lifts her chin. “She doesn’t need a face to hand over some box.” After that, my inner animal plunks her head back onto her forepaws and pretends to be asleep. I’ve seen this move before. This is my wolf’s version of the silent treatment. I decide to give her some space.
All of a sudden, a whirl of red smoke appears on the floor nearby. The twisting mist winds and lengthens until it’s about as tall as Knox. An electric sense of magic fills the air. That crimson mist is most definitely a transport spell. No question who’s casting, either.
Alec.
The mists disappear with a flash of red light. Where the haze once appeared, there now stands both Alec and Elle. The pair of them are dressed in jeans and T-shirts. Of course, Alec is also wearing his ever-present sport coat (Alec believes
