Moving purely on instinct, Mira threw herself between Lucian and the wolfman. Fist raised, she snarled, “No one will touch them.”
In the distance, up on the surrounding hilltops, Mira caught the whites of eyes staring down on her, other wolves silently waiting to strike. A subtle reminder that they were not alone. Seven more by Mira’s quick count sat waiting for the moment to make their move. Given the circumstances, she expected no less. Wolves were pack animals; where one appeared, others would follow. And she and her companions were strangers in this land. She lowered her fists and addressed the wolfman in front of her. “We’re here as refugees in need of help. Please.”
“Sanctuary is a place for Otherkin, not humans,” he responded, his tone dangerously quiet.
Sanctuary was real. That
