Elize POV
My paws crush the vegetation as I run to the cabin. I take this route twice a day, but every time on a different path so that I do not leave a trail.
Abruptly, I come to a halt when I notice a figure at the cabin, but instantly relax when I recognise Dean. I trot closer and shift when I reach the porch.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, ignoring the fact that his eyes are gliding over my body with appreciation.
“More importantly, where were you?” He asks, crossing his arms.
“For a run,” I snort, walking past him into the cabin. “It’s called exercise.”
“It’s dangerous,” he protests, following me. “Someone could pick up your scent, and …”
“Oh, please,” I cut him off, pulling a sundress over my head. “It’s been a year. Nobody is looking for me anymore.”
“My dad very much is,
