Chapter 50: SILLA

“Hey, Wolf boy, we’re going over there to talk; it’s a private convo, so don’t use your canine senses to listen in.” How does she have the nerve to talk to him like that? As quiet as he is, I get the feeling he’s not one to be crossed. But when I looked at him, he was… is he blushing? It’s hard to tell with his darker complexion, but I could swear his cheeks looked ruddy.

Chantal dragged me to the other side of the yard, where we’d been enjoying the evening breeze under Wolf’s watchful eye. I got the feeling he was supposed to be with the others upstairs but was sticking close either of his own volition or because he'd been ordered to.

Ever since she woke up this morning, Chantal has been playing detective, trying to figure out why we went where we did and why we came back the same night. I, of course, wasn’t about to ask. “See what I told you?”

“No, actually, I don’t.” It’s hard to keep up with her sometimes.