"Oh. I understand." Glancing toward Sister Miriam, I'm not sure how to feel about being separated from my benefactor.
She inclines her head. "If at any time you wish to speak to me, just let the Fae know."
"I was under the impression you would be with us," Vanessa cuts in, suspicion written all over her face in giant, bold letters. "How are we supposed to trust whoever you're handing us to?"
"You're still under her protection," Layla sighs. "She just can't come into the Fae Ward. For our sakes."
The gnome's gaze flicks to Vanessa and Marcus, and she mutters under her breath, "The paperwork for a bunch of pack wolves to get admitted in such circumstances is going to be a nightmare as it is."
If your teacher is in the Fae Ward, we need to go there, Selene interjects, her tone firm. No matter what. That is why we are here.
Resting my hand on her head, I turn to Layla. "Will our phones still work in the Fae Ward?"
