"But I saw his face when Rowan called you a puppy." Ethan's jaw tightened at the memory. "That wasn't just guilt or attraction. That was a wolf protecting what's his."
Dorothy's cheeks warmed. "I'm not 'his' yet. Not officially."
"Tell that to Timber." Her brother pushed off the doorframe. "I've known Magnus my whole life. I've never seen his wolf so close to the surface over a few cruel words. That's the bond talking, whether either of you are ready to admit it."
He was gone before she could respond, leaving Dorothy alone with her supplies and her thoughts and the ghost of Magnus's kiss still lingering on her lips.
She turned to the packages, running her fingers over the pristine boxes.
Ten pieces on vulnerability.
Three weeks until the ceremony.
A lifetime of being invisible, abou
