Rhys
The moment I saw the mischief in her eyes, I knew something wild was about to happen.
We’d been walking quietly through the woods, the night air crisp and very cool. Yet Dawn was giddy. She seemed to be itching for some freedom or something else entirely.
I, on the other hand, wanted us to return to our warm room, so I could kiss her senseless. My wolf, however, was more invested in her movements. It was almost certain that she was about to do something. As if reading my thoughts, she suddenly dashed ahead of me.
Her laughter was light, carried by the breeze as she shed her clothes, shifting into her wolf mid-stride. I couldn’t keep my smile at bay as she challenged me with that playful glint in her eyes. Catch me if you can! she seemed to say with every bound of her sleek, powe
