Chapter 93

“He takes a while to warm to people, so don’t be offended if he keeps his distance and watches you like he might maul you. Lync was wild when Lex took him in and didn’t trust anyone. He’s well trained and doesn’t like the taste of human flesh.” That wicked smile, a chuckle that puts my fears to rest even though I won’t admit it was what I was thinking, and I eye roll at his attempt at humour, much like his cousin with his dry jokes. It must be a Carrero trait to be dry, blunt and sarcastic in comedy.

I have to wonder at the coincidence in the wolf, though. Sounds like Alexi in so many ways, and I can almost feel myself warming to the mutt on that knowledge alone.

“Lync is a pretty weird name for a wolf thing, dog.” I blink at it, still aware of its eyes homed in on me and wonder if it’s the kind of animal to rip your throat out while you sleep. That’s not really eating you; it’s just removing you from its territory and wouldn’t come under hungering for the taste of flesh