ARDEN
Honey sat on the porch, her legs swinging back and forth as she hugged the stuffed wolf Cade had given her. Her big, round eyes followed me intently while I packed the last of my things. She didn’t say a word until I crouched down in front of her.
“You’re really leaving?” she asked, her voice small, carrying a hint of hope that we might stay another night. I, too, longed to spend more time with her. She was one of the most beautiful she-wolves I had ever encountered—both inside and out.
“I have to,” I said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “But just for now.”
Honey nodded, then glanced toward Cade, who was loading the final bag into the car. “Take care,” she whispered.
I offered her a small smile. “I will.”
She tugged on the hem of my shirt. “And take care of
