Chapter 9
Mate. The word affected me more powerfully than a hit of double-dark chocolate. And even though I couldn’t help noticing that the tether running between me and Sebastien still stubbornly refused to cooperate, I was already pushing past a bevy of cousins to attain the professor’s side.
Because while I might be thrilled to hear the word “mate” flutter out of Sebastien’s lips, Dad wouldn’t be nearly so amused. No matter what Mom had recently admonished, I wasn’t about to let a mere human deal with my father’s wrath alone.
Only, Wolfie wasn’t angry. The testosterone-laden scent of fur that had infused every breath since I leapt out the Pinnacle’s front window faded so abruptly it might as well have been a figment of my imagination. And when Dad leaned forward, the gesture wasn’t a
