SOLANA
He said nothing for a moment, his gaze fixed on the floor in front of him. His hair slipped from its bun, falling down to his shoulders. Then he uncoiled his fists and looked up to meet my gaze.
"The presence of your wolf will continue to get stronger, Solana. Not even the scent of my blood will be able to protect you," he said slowly.
And that's when it hit me. I'd been swept up by the excitement of connecting with my wolf. I'd forgotten the danger it posed.
Roman rubbed his forehead, suddenly looking tired.
"We're supposed to leave for New York tomorrow. I just...don't want you to draw the attention of others. I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm just...stressed," he sighed, and my chest tightened.
He actually looked tired. He was never there before I fell asleep or after I wok
