Chapter 12
“Seriously Sorin, how old are you?” Jacque heard Jen asking as she and Fane walked into the living room.
“Jen, are you being rude?” Jacque asked her nosy friend.
“Jen rude? Never,” Sally said in mock astonishment.
Sorin was just grinning good-naturedly. “No, I don’t mind her asking. A hundred and thirty-five.”
The girls laughed.
“No, seriously,” said Jen. “How old? Twenty-five, thirty?”
Sorin just raised his eyebrows.
“Wait,” said Jen. “Is he serious?”
Fane nodded. Everyone was silent for a few heartbeats, shocked, even though Fane had told them Canis lupus can live for centuries. Hearing it from the mouth of one that has lived over a century was a little different.
“SHUT UP,” Jen hollered. “What have you been doing for a hundred and thirty-five years? Don’t you get bo
