“Who is your human?”
Nix turned her head. “What’s your name?”
“Erubus.” He moved back and sat on his haunches. “My human called me Ru.” He tilted his head as we got to our feet. “Now, who is your human?”
Nix shook her head. “I can’t tell you that yet.” Nix got to her feet and walked backwards.
Nix looked to the sky, and I realized how much darker it was. Fuck, we were cutting it close.Nix, we have to go. We have to eat before class. And this is the class with the surprise teacher.
“Why can’t you tell me?” Erubus stepped closer.
“Because.” Her voice was playful. “You have to earn it.”
Erubus stood and prowled around me. “And how do I do that?” He rubbed his length down our side, scenting us and layering his scent on us. He nipped at our ear as he circled around the other side of us.
“I don’t know yet.” She bumped into him as she headed back to the school.
“When will you know?” He huffed out.
“Might be soon, might not.”
Erubus threw back his head and laughed. “You are different.”
“Of course. I’m one of a kind.” She flicked our tail in his face. “You just have to figure out if I’m worth the hassle.”
“Oh, that’s all?” He chuckled. He caught up to me and we walked side by side. “I think that is probably the easiest decision we have ever made.”
“Oh?” Nix looked at him.
“Oh, yeah.” Erubus bumped our shoulder back. “You are the first female that hasn’t thrown herself at me. It’s refreshing.”
“Females throw themselves at you?” I wasn’t sure why, but that statement bothered both of us. “A lot?”
He just nodded and we growled. “Are you jealous?” His voice turned amused.
“I don’t know you enough to be jealous.” Nix tossed out. But the truth was, we were jealous.
Why are we jealous?I looked at Megan, and she almost shrugged.
Have you scented him?
Nix took a deep breath and smelled nothing.
“Sure Rabbit.” He waggled his eyebrows, which was weird on a wolf.
“Why don’t I smell you?”
He stumbled over his feet. “What?” He gave me a side look.
“You act like I shouldn’t have noticed. We are wolves. We live through our nose,” Nix scoffed.
“You are right, but no one has ever asked me directly.”
“Why not?” We stopped and looked at him. “Why has no one ever questioned why a wolf has no scent?”
He sat down and looked at me. “Probably because of my rank, or my size.”
“What’s your rank?”
