KATHARINA
The first thing I felt was flesh in my palms.
Warm, solid flesh, where fur should have been.
For half a second, my mind froze, refusing to process what my senses were telling me, insisting I was mistaken.
Then my gaze focused.
Broad shoulders pressed against my chest. The unmistakable lines of a grown man’s upper body.
Slowly, my eyes traveled upward—only to collide with a pair of striking blue eyes, wide with panic and unease, yet unmistakably the same eyes I had seen on the pup.
Something inside me went utterly still.
A werewolf.
Not a wild wolf.
A werewolf.
How could I have missed that?
How could I have mistaken a werewolf for an ordinary wolf pup?
I had probed his body thoroughly when we first met, examining it inside and out. There had been no trace of shifter e
