Annie's POV:
So I said nothing.
As he carried me, only I could perceive the cool cedar-and-rain note of his mate-scent. It wrapped around me without leaving any ordinary scent on my hair or clothes, a private signal between our wolves.
My body wanted to relax into him. My mind chose restraint: I would accept his help, but I would not treat it as a promise he had never made.
When we finally emerged from the main house into the cool morning air, I saw the familiar outline of my cabin in the distance. Alexander's pace didn't slow as we approached, and before I could protest, he was climbing the steps to my porch, nudging the door open with his shoulder, and stepping inside.
The cabin was small and dim, smelling of wood smoke and dried herbs. Jack's toys were scattered across the floor. T
