Evelyn’s P.O.V.
“Not here.”
Zuriel cut me off and fed me attentively.
“There are some places, including our room, which have a soundproof system installed in them. Werewolves have supernatural hearing, there is no secrecy here.”
He tilted his head and spat out in the direction of the kitchen; a shadow escaped on his warning.
“It must be difficult living in the Pack full of sharp ears.”
This thought reminded me of a famous saying.
“Even walls have ears.”
And here, everyone had extra sensitive ears. My life would be in a new havoc among werewolves.
For dessert, I baked a blueberry pie. Zuriel’s interest in the main course revealed his choice of salty food, just like me and my bunny. It would be great if we become a functional family in the future.
We strode back to our safe space a
