Chapter 51

Pearl’s cabin

Pearl’s arms folded across her chest as we wandered up to the tree line where they had left Ethan and Vergel. The thick branches overhead cast a shadow over the two werewolves. The moment she was near enough, they shifted in a swirl of red and dark shadow like a winter storm mingling with fresh blood.

She liked to say that she was used to their nudity by now, but she might never be. She did applaud herself for pretending not to acknowledge their dicks.

"Has she shown up yet?" Ethan asked Finn.

"I doubt it." "She might already have the idea of us waiting here, or someone might have already warned the alchemist."

"I hope not," Ethan sighed, "but Pearl here has some news from the town’s bakers."

Vergel raised his eyebrows and looked at Pearl. "What is it, dear?"

Pearl breathed in; how could she ever look at him without noticing how massive his dick was? "Oh, um-well… Ashlan, my baker friend from the village, mentioned that, um, there has