Piers's capable hands grip the wheel as he drives toward the border. I perch behind him and Sage, wedging myself between the front seats. Sage has calmed somewhat, but his hostility for Piers wafts toward me like a flower's aroma and I know having my sorcerer friend here is triggering the wolf in Sage far more than anything else has.

There is only one explanation. My love's wolf feels Piers's affection for me and sees him as a threat. But I ...