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“Well?” Peter asks, somehow looking ten times as hot in the robe’s fake black fur. “Have you decided what we should do?”

I shake my head, not trusting my voice.

There are plenty of things we should do. But there’s only one thing I really want to do.

Chapter 4 - Peter

I don’t know what came over me, flirting with this woman. The situation is absolutely bug-nuts fucking crazy, but for a few seconds, I forgot about everything except her smile and bright, warm eyes. They are such a deep and unbelievable shade of perfect blue. On a cloudless summer day, looking right up into the sky away from the sun, they’re a kind of blue that isn’t found anywhere else. To me, that color has always looked like freedom.

And it’s right there, in her eyes.

To be fair, I can’t stop checking out the rest of her, either. I already noticed the gorgeous swell of her breasts under her sheer nightgown, as well as the round shape of her hips. But when the sun crept over the ridge and lit her up from behind, I was almost blinded.

By her, not the light.

Trying to control my cock while feasting my eyes on her beauty is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I want to stop looking so I can control my body’s reactions, but I just can’t. When she runs to get the robes, I’m grateful.

I don’t really mind being naked, but having my cock suddenly stand to attention is another thing entirely.

Even once she puts on the thick robe, I’m enchanted by her face. Her pale skin has a warm, rosy glow, and when she smiles, she’s transformed. Her little cascade of giggles affects me deeply, and I smile, too—a grin so wide, it hurts my cheeks.

How long has it been since I actually smiled, for real? Not from sarcasm or a threat… but pure joy?

I tie the robe on and wait for her to suggest something, but she looks lost in thought again. It’s a bit difficult to believethat I’m the reason for her distraction. I know I have an effect on women, but never to this extent.

And it’s not even me. None of the women who are attracted to me even know me. They just feel like I’m dangerous or exciting, or something. They don’t actually care about me.

So why do I feel like Lucy’s perfect eyes are seeing right through me? She’s admiring my body for sure, but it almost feels like she’s stripped away every single layer until she’s looking straight into my heart.

And I don’t like it.

“Which way to New Hope?” I ask tersely, trying to jolt her out of her stupor. She tilts her head a little, her face hardening.

“That way,” she points over a nearby ridge. “I’m assuming you’ll want to shift and go as a wolf? I could drive you, though.”

“No,” I answer too quickly. “I’ll get there on my own. Just head in that direction?”

“You’ll cross several peaks,” she says. “Once you go over the last one, you’ll see the town huddled in the valley. They hunt in the area, so you should be able to pick up a scent to track. They were all out running last night on the full moon, so you’ll find a trail.”

“Good,” I mutter. “Thanks.”

I want to shift, but I don’t want to take off the robe in front of her. I enjoy her eyes on me too much, and if we start flirting again, I might not leave.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Okay, then,” I say, heading for the back gate. “I’ll leave the robe in the first line of trees. You can go get it whenever.”

I keep my eyes focused ahead once I turn my back to her. There are a couple of quiet streets before the woods get thick. I’m hoping the neighborhood is quiet enough that no one questions a man wandering around in a robe so early in the morning.

I’m just chasing after a lost dog. No need to panic.

“Wait!” Lucy calls. I turn back around, surprised by how my heart leaps in my chest.

“Yeah?”

“Uh, nothing. It’s okay. I’ll let you get on your way.”

I frown at her, shaking my head. “Bye, lady. It’s been weird.”

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