When he reached the end of the dock, he set down all our suitcases and bags, which he’d carried all in one trip, despite the fact that my suitcases were ungodly heavy. He then began pulling the boat over with the rope, making it look effortless, asking me if I was okay at the same time. Getting off the seat and coming up to the front, I said that I was, then asked him the same question. Loading our suitcases into the boat, he said he was just fine, before hopping into the boat and easily pulling the rope from the dock post to unmoor the boat.
Then, with the boat now adrift, he just paused for a few moments, hands on hips, still breathing a bit heavily, before speaking again. “So…I’m a wolf shifter.”
Taking a step closer to him, I nodded. “I know. I thought you were. I’d heard the rumors.
