Page 131 of Wolf Roulette

I groaned.

Back in the trees, I stripped off and stuffed everything in my bag before shifting.

On four legs, Booker trotted out to meet Greyson, who sat veryupright waiting.

You are absolutely divine, beautiful wolf.He circled us.Your coat shines like the sun. Your teeth are as sharp as your mind.

I couldn’t do this. Adorable overload would be my cause of death.

The sun dipped below the mountain ranges, and I felt the same volatile darkness from last month creep over my senses.

I look forward to eating hearts with you tonight,Booker said shyly.

Pick up line of the century.

It would be my honour, young one.

Touché.

Girl had him in the bag.

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A wrinkle formed between my brows as I connected to my senses.Stale air. Small space.

Still dark?

Booker was fast asleep, and a shining happiness filled us.

Sascha was really close.

Sitting up, I studied his sprawling, naked form at the cave entrance.

Weak light streamed over him.

I approached but kept my distance at the sight of his extended claws and fangs. “Hey. Guarder of caves.”

He jolted awake and rolled to look up at me. I’d never—not once—woken before Sascha Greyson. He was mussed up, and I had to control the urge to set him to rights.

“Are you going to stab me if I come closer?” I asked.

He blinked a few times and sheathed his claws and fangs in response.

I crouched. “Good sleep?”

His voice was husky from disuse. “A very good sleep.”

“I’m hungry and there’s food in my bag. Want to go back to the lake?”

As we descended from our elevated cave, I realised we weren’t that far away from our starting spot.

We hiked toward the lake.

“Do you remember anything from last night? I just blacked out again.”

“Little bits,” he answered. “You may want to brush your teeth.”

I blanched. “You’re kidding?”

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