All the years thinking Simon was a pretty good-looking wolf and met all the requirements on the tick list for handsome, well-built, and such, I never once stood there, almost drooling and unable to think straight, because of how he looked. I could appreciate that he wasn't ugly, but that was as far as it went. I have never reacted this way to the many thousands of handsome wolves in our pack.
He’s just different, not because of genetics or looks or where he is from, but because everything about him feels… off-balance. Mesmerising. Like he managed to prise the lid off a deep-hidden part of me I never knew I had. Something about him speaks to a primal urge in me.
There’s something familiar about the softness of his face and the soothing tone of his voice, even though we have never met befo
