Chapter 18
I stepped out of the trees to find a pack of wolves roiling around a fully clothed human. Meanwhile, my pelt had crept up my back until it cupped my neck. Perhaps that’s why the scent of gunpowder was so strong it stung my nose.
While the sensory boost was helpful, I couldn’t risk my pelt being visible. So I reached behind me and pressed the fur down until it was hidden, using the wasted seconds to assess the scene.
The air was full of barely restrained violence, but no one was actively in danger. Well no one except Luke’s niece, who stood far too close to the stranger I assumed to be Carl.
Speaking of Carl, it was almost as if he felt my eyes on him. “And who are you?” he called as he swung around to return my gaze.
Rather than answering immediately, I took the chance to l
