With her body engulfed in his embrace and his arms wrapped around her like she would vanish if he let go.
A certain feeling washed over Penelope's being and unconciously, her hand moved to rest against his back.
That minty lemon scent of his cloated her nostrils and shamelessly, she bashed in it.
It was then, she realized how much she had missed this man and how much more she missed being in the safe chambers of his arms.
She felt her chest carve in at the fact she had ever thought of leaving him because of the opinion of a single shifter.
Heck, she wouldn't bring herself to let those words poke into her, rather, she would try to prove each and every word that moron said to her wrong.
If she didn't wish to leave him, at least she would try to be of worth to stand beside him.
She had
