Chapter 30: Favorite distraction
VIKTOR'S POV
“The pack hospital? For what?” the little bunny asked. I caught the faint pink on her cheeks when I called her that. She pretended not to like it, but she did. What I had actually meant to call her was a swan—but that might have sounded like an insult. Elegant and fragile to the eye, but with the fury to break bones if you dared to test her.
Last night, and the incident with the scent changer, were proof of that. I had already requested books on special wolves. They should’ve arrived by the time we got back.
The gate creaked open as I drove out of the pack compound.
“Didn’t you fall off the swing last night?”
From the corner of my eye, I saw her brows knit together. I might’ve just shot myself in the foot. If she was smart, she’d start c
