Page 89 of Savage Hope

“The silver suits you.”

“Thanks.”

Clearing her throat, she tilts her head at me. “Any luck with your sigil?”

“No,” I admit, aware that I’m a one-word robot right now, but my brain isn’t running on all cylinders.

She nibbles at her bottom lip before taking a deep breath. “I thought it could have something to do with your hair.”

“My hair?” I repeat, confused, and she nods eagerly.

“Yes, the fact that it changes back.”

“I have no idea why,” I explain, completely deflated, but she bounces on the balls of her feet.

“Maybe that’s what we need to find out. That way, we won’t have to tell anyone about what’s happening, but we can finally let you have your magic and handle the situation accordingly.”

“I don’t know where to begin. I?—”

“I can help.”

“But you’re a wolf,” I blurt, and she rears back, almost offended.

“And…?”

Dammit. “It’s not a bad thing; it’s just…it seems a wolf and a witch aren’t meant to be friends.”

“Says who?”

“Says everyone I’ve spoken to since I got here.”

“DidIsay it?” she asks, and I give her a pointed look. We both know she didn’t. “Perfect, then you’ll come with me tomorrow.”

“With you?” I repeat, struggling to keep up with her.

“Yeah, you can bring Bryony too. She’s cute.”

“Where?”

“For some fun,” she states, her smile back to full beam.

“I don’t understand what that has to do with my hair,” I mutter lamely, and she shrugs.

“It doesn’t, but I want to get to know you before I trust you.”

“That’s…fair.”

“I know, so what do you say?”

I’m scared to say anything because I messed it up last time.

Biting back the worry, I take a deep breath and nod. “I want to learn more about you too.”

“Then we’re on,” she declares, stepping back as she winks. “Don’t be late this time.”

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