Sweet Ammunition

Clara

The flour collides with Thorne’s face in an explosion of white powder, covering his features in dense grains and fluttering through the air around us. A low growl rumbles in his chest, and fear slices through me as I wonder if I’ve made a grave mistake. Thorne takes a moment to open his eyes after the flour hits, but when he does, his wolf is glowing bright in his irises, and my instincts ta