“Not inside!” Salvia growled, shoving her shoulder into her larger brother’s side. Her brows had crinkled and formed unhappy lines over her face, light-to-dark fur contrasting with each movement. She was still nowhere near the color she would be, but the green-eyed girl was showing that her heritage belonged far more strongly to her mother’s paternal link than the D’Angelo side of her.
Tail high, the girl looked out into the vastness of the world beyond their home. She had looked everywhere in the caves, so it was only logical to think that Wretch would be somewhere outside. This too, irritated Salvia: her parents had always insisted they stay away from the borders, so in her mind, that was where her stupid sister had gone. “Come on, Pan, we’ll find her. She’s not really good at hiding,” she added smugly, lifting her dark nose and prancing out into the open. Of course they could find her—Wretch didn’t have the right coat to hide in broad daylight.
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