I bury my body in Lavine’s. His arms and legs are wrapped around me. His warmth battling the chilliness of the air that’s whirling across my exposed skin and piercing through my shivering muscles. When an acute discomfort rushes through me, my eyes inch open. The rose-pink light of dawn behind the slow-moving fog greets me. I moan as I stretch my back and legs, then raise my gaze to Lavine, and ask,
“How are we supposed to go back without clothes?”
He smirks, a mischievous one. For some reason, his smirk doesn’t give me any good vibes. Once he opens his mouth and words begin to skate from it, concern bustles in my chest.
“We’ll transform back into our wolf form. First, because it’ll warm us, and second, it’ll be easier to descend from here. Lastly,...” He pauses to emphasize his smirk t
