Malcolm
“This place smells,” Rico remarks as we step out of the cab.
We find ourselves in front of an antique shop. I hope it leads to Sofia. My heart and wolf ache so much for her. Xerxes has been pacing and acting strange since we got off the plane.
I wrinkle my nose and nod, “It does smell,” I say and head into the shop. The bells on the door announce our presence. A young woman is standing at the front counter reading. She looks up, and her eyes narrow. I hear a growl and see a strange-looking dog standing beside the counter
A man with a long grey beard and messy hair steps out of the back room and narrows his eyes at me. He is wearing a plaid flannel shirt and jeans. The man also bears a striking resemblance to the wizard Tuatha.
“Ah, King Malcolm,” He grins at me. “I have been
