Chapter 25

Cerys's POV

The strawberry shortcake melted softly on my tongue while I waited for my so-called Snail Prince to finish cooking. The sweet cream was still cold, sticky against my fingertips, when a sudden commotion broke through the quiet air below our den.

My ears twitched instinctively, wolf-sharp. "What's going on down there?" I murmured, half rising from the couch. The Moonglen apartments rarel