“How long is she going to stay there?” Kevin jerked his chin towards the bathroom where we had left the she-wolf more than half an hour ago.

I shrugged, leaning on the wall. “I don't know. You saw how dirty she was. She needs a thorough bath.”

“But do you think she can do it on her own? She just got here!”

I watched his knowing smirk and glowered. “And? What do you want me to do? Wash her from head to toe?”

He examined his nails and lifted a shoulder. “I don't know, you suggested it.”

A growl sizzle through my throat, and I twisted to him, ready to...