142 - George's Wolf

Luck had been on Zezi's side that night and she didn't even have to look for George before he came to her.

He had picked the lock of the Hall of Sculptures and slipped into it, his eyes sharp with observation, until he took a step back, startled.

"I thought they were here," the words rushed out of his mouth, then he paused, his nose scrunching upwards. "Your scent has changed. You smell like them."

Even though Gwen had brought a new dress for her, it felt like George could still see her in her ripped white dress. She smoothened the sleeves of her dress with her hands, brushing her fingers lightly over the high collar after she was done.

He knew what had happened here, and something passed in his eyes at it.

Accusation and disappointment.

"I was hoping we could talk." Her voice sounded firmer than she felt, and she was grateful for that. "Tell me the situation of the Capital."

He stared at her through slanted eyes filled with emotions and he walked towards her mindlessly, as if he