I don’t hear when King Samuel leaves me, but I feel when he’s gone. Even if a part of me is dying to glance back to where I saw him last, I don’t look back. Not even when I put on my clothes. All dressed up again, I go into the clearing. Farah sits while meditating, but opens her eyes at the sound of me. I intentionally make noise since some humans don’t like us sneaking in on them. To us werewolves, it’s a game, but humans tire of it, and I like to respect that.
“Did you have a good run?” Farah winks at me.
My stomach lurches. She knows!
“What?” I try to play innocent, but the way she laughs breaks any attempt to pretend she’s unaware of what I’ve done to pass the time. My cheeks heat, and I must be redder than a tomato.
“I asked for peace and quiet, but you shifters clearly do not kn
