After the run that night, something shifted between Devon and me. To make sure I wasn’t neglecting my wolf, most of our Sundays were spent running together. He was also teaching me to build my stamina. After the close call in the Diamond Library, I was hesitant to return to the city any time soon.
While we were wolves, the silence between us was easy, comfortable even. Everything just felt natural. But when we’d shift back, I could tell his unspoken desire to be more was burning in him, just as it was in me. Then the silence would become tense with unasked questions and overthought fears.
But neither one of us wanted to act first. I was too afraid of breaking the friendship with romantic complications. I assume he was trying to respect my space, or was uneasy about crossing that final bo
