Cait’s hand trailed over the shelves as the shock wore off. “How old are most of these books?” “Decades to centuries. Most of them are wolf history-type books, but there are some classics and
newer reads in here as well. By the window, there is a catalog to help you find whatever you might be looking for,” I answered.
She nodded toward the stairs. “What’s up there?” “Go on up and see.”
Cait glanced back at me, all earlier attitude replaced with mischief as she grinned. “Don’t mind if I do.”
My pulse picked up as I scented her excitement. If only I could tell whether the emotion was for me or the unknown of what she was going to find upstairs.
Definitely not you, but if you want to shift, I’m sure I can change that, my wolf said, and I chuckled.
I have no doubts, old friend.
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