Chapter 118 - Priestess

• Laila puts her coffee on the ground and catches the bag that I toss for her, eagerly spilling the contents in her hand. Blythe’s little squirrel eyes go wide when he sees the mouse bones and he squeaks, leaping off of Laila’s lap and dashing to me.
• I burst out laughing, gathering him close and petting a hand over his fur, which really is very soft.
• “Oh, you big Alpha coward,” Laila says, waving her free hand at him. “This has nothing to do with you.”