Allison' POV
“Bellingham?!” I yelped, spinning around so fast my messy hair smacked me right in the cheek.
My chest was heaving like a bellows, and I could still hear the faint pad of paws behind me. “Please—there's wolves chasing me! They're right behind!”
He did a double-take when he saw me, his eyes going wide enough that I thought they might pop out.
Normally, I'd die of embarrassment if I looked this messy in public—but right then? Embarrassment was the last thing on my mind.
All I could think about was those huge, shadowy wolves , their growls still ringing in my ears.
Before I could say another word, he grabbed my hand.
His palm was warm, and I could feel the calluses on his fingers.
It was steady, too, like he didn't even care that there were lite
