The Luna on a Chain
At the far end of the yard, beneath a large burdock leaf, a frog sat calmly while a striped bee buzzed past it.
“What the hell,” I muttered, narrowing my eyes.
The instant I inhaled again, the poisonous stench filling the room made my eyes water.
“Keep an eye on things and report to me. As soon as Maya feels better, I’ll be able to leave the house for an hour,” Arthur’s voice came from somewhere behind me.
“Arthur!” I cried out happily and spun around—but the room was still empty.
“I saw the invitation to the party, but I won’t be able to attend,” the voice continued in the blond werewolf’s tone.