Wolf’s head suddenly snapped up, his eyes locking on the fabric-covered window.
Cinder went rigid, ready to load a bullet into her finger or use her Lunar gift to defend herself and her friends— whatever this unseen threat called for. She felt the tension rise around her. Everyone falling silent, watching Wolf.
His nose twitched. His brow drew closer, doubtful. Suspicious.
“Wolf?” Cinder prodded.
He sniffed again and his eyes brightened.
Then he was gone— hurling himself past the group and tearing open the front door.
Cinder jumped to her feet. “Wolf! What are you—”
Too late. The door slammed shut behind him. She cursed. This was not the time for her mutant wolf ally to start running around and drawing attention to himself.
She yanked on her boots to chase after him.