Page 65 of The Wolf Professor

“Hey,” she said softly, kissing his lips, his jawline,

He pulled her on top of him and she felt his cock between them, aroused already. “Look what you do to me,” he murmured.

Somehow, Charlie resisted tumbling back into bed with him. “We need to think about going.”

“Damn,” he said, frowning a little. “Maybe we should just stay in bed instead?”

She shook her head and pulled him out of bed. As he sighed and ambled naked to the bathroom, she watched him, her heart tugging.

Charlie knew he was apprehensive. There had been no communication with the Felcins. They were doing this on a wingand a promise. What if they did find the pack and they rejected Max?

As Alec Felcin had rejected his mom.

Then what?

Charlie took a deep breath. They would face that if it came to it.

And somehow, they’d get through it.

Together.

Max watched the dark dots in the snowy distance turn into clumps of fir trees as they got closer.

They’d decided to spare no cost and hire one of Blade Air’s special snow copters, but still, he was nervous. His wolf and his human were agreed on one thing, at least: they did not like being crammed into a metal and glass bubble that was held up in the sky by a few whizzing metal prongs and an engine small enough that it would fit into his briefcase.

He glanced at Charlie, smiling and craning her neck to see everything through the small window. As they skimmed over sparkling, snow-covered valleys and deep ravines, he tried to relax his shoulders and enjoy the experience as much as she clearly was.

Except there were no signs of life anywhere. What if they’d gone to all this trouble and there were no answers to be found?

Max steeled himself. This whole trip was madly spontaneous, he hadn’t given it his usual measured consideration, but he trusted Charlie’s intuition. Face it, his own intuition was shot. Nearly everything he’d believed about himself had turned out to be a lie, right down to his lone wolf identity.

“Where are we landing?” he asked the helicopter pilot over the intercom.

The pilot, a snow eagle (unsurprising—they understood the mountain terrain better than any other shifter species), gestured with a claw at a tiny outcrop of rock.

Maybe sensing the tension in his body, Charlie reached over and snuck her hand into his. Max leaned in and kissed her below the shell of her ear, loving the feel and taste of her, the way it calmed him, just being with her.

And then, thank the gods, they were descending. Max tried not to notice the sheer drop next to the helipad, into a steep ravine.

Unsurprisingly, the snow eagle brought them in without a hitch.

As they disembarked, a pack of huskies came bounding toward them, harnessed to a sled.

A large, muscled monster of a man with long white hair climbed out and strode forward.

He would have been terrifying, if it wasn’t for a gentleness that radiated out of him.

“My name is Ivor. I am your driver,” he said as he reached them.

Ivor was about eight foot tall and covered in fur pelts. His arms were as thick as tree logs, what was visible of his skin was luminous white, and his eyes shone in his face, a pale silvery blue with spherical pupils.

But when he smiled, it was clear that he had a big heart. Kindness radiated out of his crinkled face.

He handed them thick coats, which they dutifully put on, then he invited them to sit in the back of the sled and proceeded to cover them in fur rugs. Max glanced at Charlie and had to smile. Wrapped in furs, she looked like a koala bear. She put herbig mittened hand trustingly into his and he took it. Tucking it under the layers, he held it against his body.

She squeezed his fingers, reassuring him.

But even so, as they sped silently through the snow, he couldn’t access the wolf inside of him. It was like it had gone into hibernation.

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