Page 10 of The Wolf Prince
I look down.
My cardigan pocket?
His nose twitches again.
“No.”
His eyes return to mine.
“You cannot possibly smell that.”
Another twitch.
“Oh, for Goddess' sake.”
I reach into my pocket. Yes, I have a candy bar.
Don't judge me.
Some women carry lipstick. Some carry emergency sewing kits.
I carry chocolate.
Newsflash: Chubby girl here.
We come prepared.
Also, Back to School Night is three hours long, and faculty-room cookies disappear approximately four minutes after they're put on the table.
Emergency chocolate is simply good planning.
The Wolf's attention locks onto the candy bar.
I laugh despite myself.
“Seriously?”
His tail moves.
Once.
My mouth falls open.
“Did you just wag your tail at me?”
Obviously, he doesn’t answer, but I swear there's something in those eyes.
Amusement? No. That's impossible.
Probably.
I pull the candy bar all the way out of my pocket. Then stop.
“Wait. Can Wolves eat chocolate?”
He takes another step towards me.
“That's not an answer.”
