Dahnya’s POV:
My mind is reeling. I get back into Levi’s truck, and images of his sandy brown wolf and that toothy grin are on replay. It was not a terrible experience, not really. If I am being perfectly honest, I loved the feeling of the wind in my hair and his fur rubbing against my cheek. My legs wrapped around his strong body. I felt safe and… whole.
His wolf does remind me of a big, furry dog. A friendly one at that. I can imagine him following me around for days, never straying from my side. They do say that a dog is a man’s best friend. In this case, a woman’s best friend. I can only hope.
I look to my left. Levi has a firm grip on the steering wheel. He seems rather lost in thought. My head is spinning with unasked questions. I am not sure where to start. But first, I focus on
