Edward
“It’s done!” As I said this, Ezra stretched her limbs, cracking her bones to relieve the stiffness that had settled in. Slowly, she rose from the wooden swan, her legs seemingly frozen, making it difficult for her to walk. Concerned, I set the brush aside and rushed to her aid, guiding her gently to the nearby chair.
As my bare hands trailed against her exposed skin, a jolt coursed through my body. The touch of my fingers upon her soft, buttery shoulder made me realize the grave mistake I had made by deceiving her. This all could have been mine, she could be mine. The room felt cold, and Ezra trembled from sitting bare for such a long duration.
Swiftly, I picked her clothes from the ground, even though a part of me desired her to remain in that vulnerable state before me. My wolf
