I took Niko and Sela to the edge of the world the next afternoon.
Technically it was just the old fire road that cut between the town and the forest, but to a pair of young wolves who’d grown up with rules etched into their bones—don’t cross without an adult, don’t linger on the human side—it might as well have been a border between realms.
“Stay where I can see you,” I said, balancing a paper tray of fries and two milkshakes as we stepped out of the diner. “That includes your wolf, Niko.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to shift in the parking lot.”
Sela slipped her hand into mine, her small fingers warm and a little sticky. “Can we sit on the fence?” she asked, nodding toward the weathered wooden rail that marked the start of the reserve.
“Fence is fair game,” I said. “Other side
