Levi’s POV:
I have Dahnya in my arms and her backpack on my shoulder. I carry her into my apartment and gently close the door with my foot. I set her onto my bed and make work of removing her coat, shoes and scarf. It hurts to let go of her, but it will only take a few seconds.
Before settling with her in my arms, I take a closer look at her. “Are you sick, sweetheart?” Oh no, I am making her cry. My heart breaks at the sight of her. “No, I just feel horrible. I had dreams about your wolf, and…” It comes out between sobs.
I hug her tightly, and my nose goes straight into her hair. I take greedy breaths in and out. Her scent is like a drug, and my wolf calms down with every lungful of her potpourri-cinnamon essence. “I think I know how you feel, sweetheart… I had no idea it would be this
