Ezekiel’s laughter rolls through the night air, deep and rich, and it does something strange to my insides. The way his eyes crinkle at the edges, the dimples cutting into his cheeks—I want to reach out and trace them with my fingers. Touch his face, see if it feels as warm as it looks. But that would be… weird. And if I, the socially awkward recluse with zero human interaction experience, think that’s weird, then the normal people around here would probably think it’s super weird.
“I have an idea,” Ezekiel says suddenly, his smile lingering.
I narrow my eyes at him. “What about?”
“Something that will take care of your sugar rush.”
My wolf perks up inside me, her curiosity matching mine. “Go on…”
“Pack run.”
Sam practically leaps out of his chair. “Hell yeah!”
Oliver grins for the f
