Honey yawned and poked her head out from under the sagging bed to swivel her ears unimpeded. Someone was inside the house. She crept out of the sleeping bag and, shivering at the sudden loss of warmth, sent the bag to the nether with the tip of her tail. Being careful to avoid the creaky part of the floor, she padded to the top of the staircase and peeked down. Whoever it was hadn’t made it to the steps yet. The beaded curtain she’d found elsewhere in the abandoned house and nailed up in the middle of the stairs was hanging quietly.
The musty scent of wolves wafted up the steps. Darn. She wouldn’t be able to hide here anymore. Wait, she recognized that scent. A familiar furry head appeared at the bottom of the steps and looked right up at her. Tongue lolling, eyes wide with excitement, the wolf charged up the stairs and right through the beads, pulling the whole curtain down. He didn’t even slow. A moment later he was all over Honey, yipping and licking and bouncing around her like a pup.
Excerpt from Fated, Curse of the Hybrids Book 7