Chapter 17
There were no guards. No wolf-form shifters sniffing the air. Not even any two-leggers alert enough to notice my approach.
In fact, I’m pretty sure I would have been able to tiptoe around the perimeter without anyone being the wiser if I hadn’t noticed a kid toddling away from his parents. The boy was old enough to walk...barely...and I found myself pausing to make sure he didn’t wander too far and end up hurt before his merrymaking elders clued in to his absence.
Junior Junior. My nose informed me of the child’s identity long before I would have made the connection with my n***d eyes. If the similar aromas were anything to go by, this was Stormwinder’s grandson and likely also the son of the male who had pounced on my back a few days prior.
Blood will tell. Because the kid
