Who is this guy? I asked, my hand flexing as Zena crawled beneath my skin as we approached the border.
The scent of pine needles and something sickly sweet tinged the air, followed by the heavy musk of an Alpha that made my nose twitch.
Luce slowed beside me, her fur bristling slightly. His name is Casper.
I rose a brow at her. Like the Friendly Ghost?
She snorted, unamused. Trust me - he's anything but friendly.
The muscles in my shoulders tensed, Zena nudging for permission to be released but I held her back. What's that mean? I asked.
Luce sighed, hesitating as she wrestled with telling the veiled diplomatic answer - or her honest opinion.
I scowled at her. Lucinda.
She rolled her eyes at me, stopping us before the line of trees that opened to the border, shielding us fr
