Chapter 12
With that kind of Meaning on the table, how could I refuse? I even let the wily old wolf drag me back to his clan headquarters for dinner. Then I watched in bemusement as his mouse-like wife silently set me up for the night in their spare bedroom...a change of scenery that I soon came to regret.
I thought I’d made the right decision, though, when I woke atop a well-padded mattress with the scent of frying bacon drifting into my semi-comatose nostrils. Home, my wolf informed me, the first word he’d deigned to offer in quite some time.
Not our home, I countered. Still, my feet didn’t carry me outside to pound pavement, despite that habitual exercise being an unalterable part of my daily routine. Instead, I found myself drifting downstairs to investigate the tantalizing aroma th
