Chapter 25
“Wait!” Ophelia called after me.
My inner wolf was already picking out the safest route between balcony and clan boundaries, but my human brain forced us to pause. If our companion needed additional reassurance, then we’d risk the patrols and do our best to give her the required support.
But, instead, she was the one giving something to me. First came the low hum of her suitcase’s zipper, then a padded envelope struck me directly on the nose.
“Oops, sorry.” Ophelia’s laugh was breathless and I wouldn’t have put it past her to miss my hands on purpose. Blue-eyes surely would have.
“What’s this?” I asked, sniffing the parcel rather than waiting for a reply. The aroma wafting off the padded paper was spicy and sweet all at once, like pumpkin-pie filling straight out of the ove
