Cry Wolf: A Tale of Beauty and the Beast (HighTower Beauty and the Beast Book 1) by Jacque Stevens

Author:Jacque Stevens [Stevens, Jacque]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: sjacquebooks
Published: 2020-03-11T16:00:00+00:00

That night, I didn’t cry, but I still didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to try out my knee and open a few more closed doors. I tiptoed across the floor but ran into the mysterious wolf waiting for me right outside my bedroom. He whined at me with his head cocked.

I laughed. I had seen dogs take on the attitude and gestures of their owners before, but even squinting at him in the dark, the mysterious wolf and Howl had to be the best match I had ever seen. “I’m not sad. I just think I can walk, and I wanted to try it. That’s all right, right?”

The wolf ducked his head in agreement and curled up next to another door across the hall. The way was clear. I looked up and down the dim hallway, but now nothing seemed more interesting to me than my mysterious companion.

I followed after him toward the other closed door. “Are you guarding that one too? Can I see?”

The wolf hesitated, blinking at me, but then he wagged his tail and moved aside.

“Thank you.” I patted his head, then pushed open the double doors.

It was the count’s room. It had to be. The canopy bed was enormous, large enough to fit the three wolves who were sleeping in it. Rooster, Frost, and Fern. Ghost and Glimmer had claimed two different wingback chairs and Spin was on the rug between them.

That was it. There was no mistake. The mysterious wolf was a separate, seventh wolf I never saw in the daylight. I really should just ask Howl about him. Howl already seemed to know everything else. But I didn’t see Howl tangled up with the others.

I knew he had been here. His clothes were piled on the rug next to Spin, and a book lay open that he must have been looking at.

I remembered now. Howl said he had looked at a book with pictures, trying to understand their appeal. I bent down and squinted in the dim light.

This book was full of drawings and handwritten notes.

The count’s journal. It was here in his room. “I’ve been looking for this,” I told the mysterious wolf. And it wasn’t the only book in this room either. A short row of journals was under the nightstand with an empty slot where this one belonged. I itched to look at it more, but I couldn’t take it back to my room. Howl would notice, and it felt like stealing, though Howl would certainly give them all to me if I just asked him.

So, I decided to wait for him. I sat on the rug next to Spin and the mysterious wolf, flipping through the pages of the journal until I determined it was a wasted effort in the dark. But I noticed a few more things about the room. It wasn’t as dusty as the others. Howl must have already tried his hand at cleaning it, just like he tried his hand at reading. He really was the sweetest thing.

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