Chapter 22
I slept in Luke’s arms until long past dawn. Birds chattered above us, but the werewolf encampment remained silent. No wonder. I’d been the first to leave the festivities. Everyone else had many extra hours of dancing to sleep off.
For our part, Luke and I had ended up sandwiched between a duffel bag I remembered from Wolf Camp and the damp fabric of the tent wall. Was it still a pup tent if an alpha werewolf denned inside?
I smiled, soaking up the ambience. Warmth emanated from where Luke curved into the big spoon behind me. My own heat reflected back from his bag of clothes pressed against my front.
And all around—cinnamon. Sweet cinnamon. Stale cinnamon. The barest hint of shoe-leather-tinged cinnamon. It’s a good thing I was a fan of the spice.
I was a fan...but my thro
