Page 83 of Wolf Roulette

News spread.

Stewards streamed in to gawk at the small boy steadily devouring an entire tray of muffins.

“Last one,” I said when he took his sixth.

“Oh, go on. Let him have more,” someone chided.

Hold on, I wasn’t the bad person here.

Raising my head, I caught the scents of three Luthers outside. “Time to go.”

“Phone,” Axel said loudly.

Uh.“What?”

“Phone,” he repeated.

Ah.“The saxophone?”

He nodded.

“Is that why you came?”

I inhaled hisyes.Curiosity didn’t kill cats. It killed baby werewolves.

“Playing the saxophone is a reward, Axel. What you did was dangerous, and so I can’t show you the instrument this time."

Mutters broke out behind me.

Mothershitter.I really wasn’t winning this discussion.

I held out a hand. “Your mother is outside. Let’s go, big pup.”

He blanched. “No.”

I held his gaze. “You were a big enough boy to come all the way here. That means you’re a big enough boy to face the consequences. You can either walk outside on your own legs or we can walk on mine. What’s it gonna be?”

He wavered between defiance and sheepishness. “My legs.”

Ditching the towels, Axel walked butt-naked out of the manor.

“They won’t be too hard on him, will they?” a steward whispered.

Jesus.

“Axel!” Jemma ran from the car to meet us.

She sank to her knees and wrapped him in her embrace. “I was so worried.”

He started crying, and she stroked his hair.

Bailey joined me.

“Was everyone in a stir?” I asked.

“Worst one yet.”

The omega woman I’d saved in Iron was with her. She stuck to Bailey like a barnacle and wouldn’t meet my gaze.

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