SERAPHINA
Dressing back into my clothes and spraying perfume over my skin, I stepped out from behind the wide trunk of the tree. Ronan was waiting by the river we had crossed earlier, his tall figure illuminated faintly by the moonlight.
The moment my heat subsided and I regained my strength, I hadn’t wasted another second in that cave. Shifting into my wolf, I carried my clothes carefully in Phina’s jaws. Since my wolf form was larger, the water never reached high enough to soak them as I swam across.
Now, standing before him, Ronan’s sharp eyes swept over me from head to toe. “Will you be able to walk?” he asked in that low, steady voice.
The memory of our thigh f**k flashed vividly in my mind, making it impossible to meet his gaze. “Yes,” I whispered, stepping forward quickly.
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