So there we were. Two wolves. Two naked disasters. Standing waist-deep in a freezing river like it was some kind of sick mating reality show the Moon Goddess never asked for.
And of course, Gregor had the audacity—the sheer alpha arrogance—to look completely unbothered. Like strutting around stark naked in moonlight was his birthright.
Meanwhile, I was trying to stay submerged up to my chin, praying a family of ducks would adopt me before my dignity flatlined.
“Stop smirking,” I snapped.
“I’m not smirking.”
“You’re always smirking.” I jabbed a finger at him from under the water. “That’s your face. Permanent resting smirk.”
He tilted his head, water dripping from his hair down his annoyingly perfect jawline. “And what’s yours? Permanent resting glare?”
“Better than looking like an un
