She regarded him as a new threat, sizing him up with her shocking gaze, calculating the risk he posed to her freedom. His charcoal-colored coat stood out against the white of their surroundings, and his amber eyes almost looked at her with an almost pleading expression, but what was he pleading for?
Once she’d decided he posed no immediate threat she inched toward him, still on the defense, but as she drank him in, his taller, more muscular build, the sharpness of his claws, the unease at which he surveyed her, she approached him with caution, but still even as they grew closer there was no hint of recognition in her eyes.
It was clear to Aiden that the wolf was in control and had pushed her human mind, the mind that would have recognized him even in this form, the logical thinking min
