Chapter Nine

Sky

Husk needed to control his fucking temper. He’d lost it with her, and I think at this rate, she’d be staying one night, not thirty. Winter and I were silent as we waited for him to come back. I didn’t even feel like eating any more, or even having a drink. The thirst I had for food, and to claim her, were doused when Husk completely lost his cool.

As though on cue, Husk stomped to the table and plopped down, grabbing his beer and taking a long drawl.

“What the fuck man, not cool. Not cool at all.” I pushed my plate away. My gaze darted to it for a second. I thought it was stupid bringing them out in the first place. We never ate from them.

He waved his hands up in the air, and at times I used to wonder if he really was a wolf, or a lion in disguise. He always seemed to roar whenever he did that.

“She insulted us by pretending she was hell bent on praying. Implying we were animals that had no manners!”

Winter arched his eyebrow, “Well, we are wolves.

Husk waved his finger in the