Chapter 48
I slept straight through lunch as well as breakfast. And when I finally opened my eyes inside a cottage as familiar as my own skin, wakefulness would have come slowly if not for my wolf’s adamant complaints inside my head.
Hungry, she informed me. As if I couldn’t sense the emptiness just as well as she could. As if we hadn’t spent much longer between meals during long childhood hunts.
No, she didn’t want food. She wanted to tear apart our village to determine whether Sebastien had really come south with us. But I was 99% certain the scents that even now flitted in my nostrils were no more than a continuation of the seductive dream.
So I got up as requested, but I didn’t make a pass through the guest quarters in search of handsome professors. Instead, I headed straight to th
