Evelyn’s P.O.V.

“Not here.”

Zuriel cut me off and fed me attentively.

“There are some places, including our room, which have a soundproof system installed in them. Werewolves have supernatural hearing, there is no secrecy here.”

He tilted his head and spat out in the direction of the kitchen; a shadow escaped on his warning.

“It must be difficult living in the Pack full of sharp ears.”

This thought reminded me of a famous saying.

“Even walls have ears.”

And here, everyone had extra sensitive ears. My life would be in a new havoc among werewolves.

For dessert, I baked a blueberry pie. Zuriel’s interest in the main course revealed...