THE ONLY ONE
He carried me back.
Normally, I would have objected. I had strong opinions about my legs and the expectation that I use them.
Unfortunately, my legs were not cooperating. Roger picked me up with the calm certainty of someone who had already decided the matter, and I was too exhausted from the shift surge to argue properly.
So I let him.
Which was, inconveniently, its own problem.
His arms were solid and warm. He walked with a steadiness I felt in my bones. My wolf, traitorous and content, curled up inside me like she had been waiting for this exact thing. I kept my face turned away from his jaw,too close, too distracting and focused on the trees instead.
I could not think of anything sensible.
“You can put me down,” I said halfway back.
“You can barely stand,” he repl
