Chapter Twenty-Seven
"Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, she became a butterfly."
– Barbara Haines Howett
My first thought? Throw soap at it. Apparently.
Before I even knew what I was doing, I reached into Ciaran's pocket, pulled out the bar of lavender soap from the Grand Bazaar - which was, by the way, coated with lint from his pocket (totally called it) - and chucked it straight at the growling wolf who was salivating like the coyote from The Road Runner Show.
For a beautiful second, the wolf was stunned into silence. Even the other pack members fell silent and seemed to exchange confused looks. It didn't last long, though. Already, this wolf – let's call him Rufus – was shaking out its muzzle and glaring at me. All the soap seemed to do was piss Rufus off fur
