The Lycan Prince’s Puppy
I chose to ignore it.
The first group started moving again, walking past us as the rest of us let them through. Somehow, Jumpie found her way onto my shoulder again, and I rubbed her neck, noticing her cheeks were stuffed with food that was probably meant to be for the witches.
She let out a high-pitched burp and then settled, looking pleased with herself. She would be taking a nap, for sure.
As Nate passed by, he gave me a quick tap on the shoulder. “Have fun staying in those mountains all night,” he grinned. “I’m sure you’ll have a great time. The witches are cool people actually!”