“I’m telling you, it was strange,” Lucille shook her head. “I mean, Phoebe is so gentle and unassuming, but to hear her it was like she was someone else.”
She perched on Ben’s lap while they sat in Jason’s office. After the sparring match between William and Lily’s first mate, training had been rather benign. Jason sat at his desk trying to work, but his expression was pensive and Lucille’s recount of their spa day was distracting. Luke leaned against the desk, listening to her.
“Was it her wolf?” Luke suddenly asked.
Phoebe’s wolf remained as enigmatic as ever. Her former pack had been convinced she was wolfless, though Jason and Luke had known better immediately. There were instances of wolf spirits withdrawing after a rejection, but that didn’t explain why they hadn’t known about he
