Page 37 of Wolf Spell

“What? You’ve burgled people?”

His eyes widened. “So you’re worried that I’ve burgled people, but you’re not concerned that I eat them? No, I don't steal from humans.But I’ve had to retrieve artefacts. I can smell things you can’t even imagine.”

“I know what the wolf eats, well… asfor your sense of smell, I’m not sure I want to know what you can detect.”

We managed to get around the back unseen. At the servant’s entrance,a small wood and iron studded door separated us from the house.

Lycaon turned, about toshove his shoulder into it, but I grabbed him.

“Wait, no, it’ll be warded for sure. Hold on.”

It was. And it was beyond my magic to undo it.

“Shit, I can’t break it.” I stepped back and looked up at the roof. “That’s usually the best place to get in, unless they are warring with Nephilim or angels, they rarely ward the roof. I mean, who can get in there?”

“Get on my back.”

“What?”

“Climb onto my back, I can get us up there. Unless you brought your broomstick?”

“Are you going to change into a wolf?”

He twisted his lips. “No. Do you want me to?”

“No.”

“How would that help me, turning into a wolf?”

I tried to withhold a huff.

“I don’t know. Can you climb up the building?”

“Sure. Come on.”

This was all very Twilight for me. He bent down as I jumped up, hitching my legs around his hips and interlinking my fingers around his neck.

Striding over to the servant’s door, he looked up. With a smooth leap, his fingers hooked over the stone window edging. Claws extracted, shuffling his legs, he raised his left arm, his claws piercing through the stone but as his right hand reached and his claws scraped the stone edging,he rasped.

Wincing, he pushed away, my stomach flipped as he landed, legs bentbut he was on his feet.

“Shit, sorry. Zale, because he is my progeny, his bite lasts longer on my hand. If it were any other wolf, my hand would’ve healed by now. You alright?”

“Yes. Damn… How about you?”

“Well, my pride is shattered and my hand is throbbing like a bitch.”

“Here, let me look.”

“No, as you said, any magic could be detected. We’re on our own, Elsa, with only our wits.”

“Oh no.”

A small laugh escaped his lips. “You seem to be doing pretty well so far.”

Yeah, I was sure that was luck, actually.

Before I could continue, the sound of feet alerted us. We ran and crouched behind an industrial bin, peering around as a stream of staff were flocking to the door.

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