“If you are not a wolf, Humaira, then other wolves will eat you.” Humaira mulls over the statement, taking it…
“Selam alejkum.” Humaira can’t see him beyond the array of shelves; various ointments, salves, powders and liquids, but she knows…
A growl. That’s the first sound that summons the rest of them. Some she even recognizes, assuming that the blonde one that hovers closest to Rinor is his father…
