I jumped at the sound of the deep voice and turned to see Kage standing beside my table. He had a book tucked under one arm and his pale hair was damp, as if he’d just come from a bath. “I saw a wolf,” I explained, “playing in the snow.” “A wolf?” The faint smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth told me he was skeptical. “I didn’t imagine it, you know. I really did see it.” He held up a hand in mock defense. “I believe you. It’s just a little . . . unusual.”
Kage is the wolf yo
