Chapter 23

Iris

Trenton’s white fur is soft when I place my frozen hands on his back. I didn’t expect that. I thought his hair would be coarse. But it’s not, and that’s actually a good thing. A killer’s fur would be so soft and teddy bear-like, right?

“Okay, I’m uh...going to climb up on your back now,” I announce, though I’m not sure why.

I heave myself up on the broadest werewolf back I’ve ever seen, eyes