Page 7 of Wanderlust With Wolves

It’s evenbetteron the inside.

Soft golden lighting, plush rugs over hardwood floors, a massive fireplace that crackles invitingly in the open living space. A four-poster bed draped in thick furs, looking so sinfully comfortable I almost crawl inon sight.

The bathroom? Anotherlevelentirely. A freestanding soaking tub sits by a window overlooking the lake. Marble countertops, rainfall shower, heated floors. The kind of bathroom I’d usually onlydreamabout.

“Ohhell yes.”

For the past year, my showers have been military-efficient—two minutes, quick rinse, conserve the water tank.

Tonight?

I’m taking abath.

Hell, I might justlivein that bathtub.

I set my stuff down, unzipping my duffel bag, already looking forward to a long soak.

And yet… even with the warmth of the cabin, even with theluxuryof it all, my thoughts drift elsewhere.

To the woods.

To the growly wulver who found me on the wrong road.

Ronan Silverpelt.

A shiver—not of cold, but something deeper—rolls through me.

Because if I’m honest? Ifelthim before I saw him. A presence like a rolling storm,heavyin the air, that scent of woodsmoke and pine that made my breath hitch.

And then I turned?—

And there hewas.

The size of him. The sheersolidnessof his presence. Golden eyes, sharp angles, fur bristling with restrained power.

And that growl.

My fingers brush over my collarbone, where IswearI felt it vibrate through my skin.

He was beautiful. Anddangerous.And the way helookedat me—like I was somethingworth hunting?—

My fingers brush over my collarbone, where I swear I felt it vibrate through my skin—the weight of his gaze, the sound of that low, gut-deep growl.

He was beautiful.

And dangerous.

And the way he looked at me—like I was something worth hunting…

A shiver rolls down my spine, and I slide deeper into the steaming water of the bath, letting the heat soak into my tense, restless limbs.

I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this.

But I am.

I can only imagine what his fur would feel like.

Would it be coarse or soft beneath my fingers?

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