I have no idea if Aunt Nica knew that, but she gave me wings. Damn, I felt almost inspired to do something. I just hope that all her observations are true, because I'm so done with posing for a group's clown.
I let my nose lead the way and for once I loved my strong sense of smell, it made finding Johanna so much easier, as if I had a tracker on her.
It wasn't a big surprise that I found her in a kitchen, where I once went with Virginia. But this time instead of dozens of Omegas rushing to prepare meals for fifteen hundred hungry wolves I saw only her juggling between six steaming cauldrons.
Johanna was in her zone and she hadn't spotted me coming, so I rested my shoulder against a doorframe and took her all in. She looked tired but completely focused on her potions, with droplets of
