Wolf Tales
Had she just imagined it?
Maybe it was a shifter in wolf form.
Holy crap, Jamie. Far-fetched much?
Maybe she should stop reading the book. She closed the door with a deliberate motion and made sure to turn the lock.
"Am I going crazy, Mischief?"
The little cat, who had jumped down from the chair, just looked up at her and cocked its head.
"Mew."
"Yes. My words exactly. Come on, let's sit down again so I can drink some wine. I think this book is doing strange things to my mind."