Chapter 14
The pack welcomed us home with open arms...and with half a dozen dramas that required our personal attention ASAP. To my extreme embarrassment and joy, Wolfie merely raised one eyebrow at the assembled shifters, transferred our sleeping bloodling girl into Cricket’s willing arms, and spirited me away into our cottage.
We locked the door and didn’t reenter the real world for hours.
“So,” Wolfie said at last, tracing a spiraling pattern across the tender skin atop my collarbone with one lazy finger, “you’re relieved and our wolves are happy. Now it’s my turn.”
My human half was sated and my wolf was playful, so I couldn’t resist the obvious quip. “I think you already had a turn. Or two, or three.”
Wolfie’s eyelids drooped back down to half-mast as he smiled indulgently. “Mmm,
