SASHA
“Don’t worry. You’ll be safe with us,” I told the cub in the most soothing voice I could manage.
The little blonde boy sat between me and Cedar in the back of the limousine. He was too apprehensive to speak in the presence of the Snow Pelt members; despite his young age, his sad experience must have taught him that rogue cubs like him weren’t safe around lynxes from other clans. I was hoping he would feel more comfortable in a less crowded environment, although to him we were two strangers of a different species - perhaps even because of that.
To my relief, his first words followed after a long silence. “You’re not lynxes, are you?” His voice was shaky, barely audible, and he kept his gaze low. “You smell different.”
“No. We’re wolves,” my mate affirmed. I couldn’t detect any sig
