PROTECTED BY THE WEREWOLF
“Don't forget to wear the helmet I gave you if you head back to the caves.
- I'll not forget. Caleb tapped the brim of his helmet, which was lying on the stool next to the sink, dusted with flour and dough.
The archaeologists exited the trailer, leaving me alone with my presumed cousin and within easy reach of a knife rack. Caleb took off his paper hat and nonchalantly poured himself a cup of tea.
"What is it, little cousin?" he sneered as he lifted the cup to his lips.
I snarled, the wolf in me pressing against my skin, begging to be released to tear it to shreds. But before I could confront him, Pietra dropped the book on the table.
"Can't you smell it?"
“Actually, no… ah, shit. Caleb took
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