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Asshole. He definitely wasn’t saying the full story.
“Well, I can help with that. But you can actually speak to Sariel, so you need to communicate with him and try to be less aggressive, okay?”
He huffed. “You can do the same with your pretty wolf.”
“What?” she said, mirroring my own confusion. “My wolf doesn’t speak like you do.”
My angel said nothing about that. Instead, he said, “Speaking with you is our life’s joy.”
And then, he receded into my head all at once, the wings and glow going along with him.
Aria blinked. “Sariel?” she asked, bewildered.
“Don’t mind him. He doesn’t ever make sense,” I grumbled. “Thanks for keeping him quiet. It’s your turn, now.”
She blinked some more. “What do you… oh. You want to meet my wolf?”
I nodded like that much was obvious.
“Fine, I can do that. But she can’t talk no matter what your angel says, so it’s not going to be very enlightening.”
She stripped down like before, sat back, closed her eyes, and breathed out. In the next moment, she turned into a big mass of black-and-white fur with gleaming, intelligent eyes.
We stared at each other for only a moment, after which she all but pounced on me. Animalistic as she was, she remembered to keep quiet as she excitedly licked my face and mouth, smelled all over me, and jumped on my shoulders. I did my best not to laugh and wake everyone else up.
Eventually, she settled down and decided to try and be a lapdog by fitting herself into my lap, which wasn’t quite big enough for her size. Her enthusiasm for my entire existence was almost contagious.
When she relaxed, I placed my hand on her head and petted it.
If our days could be like this—like how she wanted—thatwouldbe great.
17
ON THE MOVE
ARIA
“This way.”
After we’d all woken up from our naps, those of us who could shifted yet again, and we continued running with our luggage and passengers. Johnny had the best-trained sense of smell out of all of us, better than even mine, so he was leading us to the nearest human settlement he could sniff out.
It wasn’t long before we came to the forest cover’s end and overlooked a sprawling town in the middle of a valley.
“Oh,” Marilyn breathed. “This is Appenzell.”
“You know this place?” Sariel asked.
She nodded. “I came here during training once. I can speak a little German, too.”
“Great.”
We all unshifted, dressed if needed, then made our way down to the town.
It’s an idyllic place, looking like it came right out of some European fairy tale—the buildings were painted brightly and with reliefs of flowers, mostly built in iconic old Norwegian style. Any other day, I would have loved to stop and have a look around here, maybe go into a coffee shop and enjoy the sights while sipping away at a cappuccino.
We were too preoccupied right now, sadly.
We must have looked like quite the sight: exhausted, not the cleanest, and travel-worn. I wouldn’t be surprised if the people around here thought we were vagrants.
