Nora's POV
"Stay back, miss," one of the workers warns me, gripping a hammer from his toolbox. "There's some kind of wild animal out there."
My heart pounds at his words about a wolf. I glance toward James, whose subtle headshake tells me it's not what I'm thinking.
"That's actually our dog," James explains, moving toward the door. The moment he opens it, Zerra bounds inside, padding straight to my side. She settles beside me, her massive head nearly reaching my shoulder, tail wagging enthusiastically. The entire construction crew stares in amazement at her size.
If only they knew the truth.
"She's an Irish Wolfhound," I tell them. "Completely harmless." I slide my fingers beneath her collar, which has grown alongside her, and her tail beats against the floor.
"We should head home," James suggests.
