Chapter 43

If Griff were a teakettle, his insides would have been roiling, and steam would have risen from his spout. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye and grimaced. What was he so pissed off about? The bikini had been scandalous, but it was still better than being naked. Or had the prospect of being chastised by a wolf god gotten his tail into a knot?

Beki nodded, confirming my suspicions.

“He wouldn’t have spoken so rudely to Fenrir,” I said.

She tilted her head to the side and sighed.

Crossing lines and challenging others was typical wolf behavior. There were only a few ways to deal with a much stronger opponent: submitting or ignoring their overwhelming influence while still treading around them on tender paws.

He pulled me in the direction of the wards, but I yanked my arm out of his grip.

“Don’t tell me you’re going back to him,” he snarled.

“It’s been ages since I’ve seen Glinda.” I walked around the back of the bell tents to the distorted part of the wards that led to the kennel