Sullen
It’d been worth a shot to run.
Now it’d come back to bite her in the ass because she couldn’t stop thinking about Roan naked. Not to mention her wolf’s constant commentary about his wolf and how much she wanted to run with him.
Roan’s body was chiseled. Not only was his face sharp with masculine edges, but his body looked carved from stone as well. Her wolf had been completely pissed when he stepped back into his underwear for their ride home.
It was a relief for Sullen.
Sullen banged her head against the cool glass of the passenger side window. Maybe if she hit herself hard enough she would fall back into reality, and wake up from this nightmare.
“Ah, don’t do that, little fox. I like your head the way it is,” Roan said from the driver’s seat.
Sullen ignored his stare
