Andrea’s jaw would have hung open if not for Ulric’s finger under her chin. She swallowed hard and blinked at him as both hope and doubt flared within her depths. After a beat, she shook her head. There was no way he meant what she thought he meant.
“Witches and shifters don’t mix. They certainly don’t become a pack.”
“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” Ulric asked with a c**k of his head.
His eyes narrowed and flashed with his wolf for a second, making Andrea think the animal was just under the surface and would come out any second. She should have been afraid. She wasn’t. Realization hit her like a blow to the chest and made her gasp. If anything, she wanted the beast out. Andrea wanted to see and touch it.
Suddenly, Ulric lifted her off her feet and the next thing she kne
