Page 5 of Wanderlust With Wolves

When she finally pulls up, I wait by the entrance and open the door for her.

She steps out, brushing road dust off her jeans before looking up at me with a sheepish smile. “Okay,maybeI should’ve looked at the map first.”

I chuckle. “Maybe.”

Inside, Luna is already waiting. The second she spots Maya, her face lights up.

“Oh, you’re one of our special invitees!” Luna clasps her hands together, beaming. “That means you get to stay in our glamper-grounds—the best luxury cabins in Avalon Vale.”

Maya’s eyes go wide. “Oh,hell yes.”

I smirk as Luna loops an arm through hers and starts leading her toward the front desk, already launching into a full rundown of the resort’s amenities.

“Ronan, go check on the lakefront cottages,” Luna says over her shoulder, effectively dismissing me.

Maya follows her, excitement practically radiating from her.

I linger.

I tell myself that if she doesn’t turn around, I’ll leave her alone.

If shedoes…

Maya reaches the front desk, still half-listening to Luna—then she stops. Turns.

Our eyes meet.

She smiles. “Thanks again.”

And just like that, I know.

She’s sealed her fate.

She’smine.

Chapter Four

LAKESIDE LUXURY & WILD THINGS

Maya

Luna Silverpelt isbreathtaking.

Not in a delicate, fairy-tale-princess kind of way, but in awildway—like a force of nature, untamed and effortlessly graceful.

She moves with the kind of confidence that only someone completely at home in their skin—or fur, in this case—could have. Her fur is soft silver and warm tawny, thick and luxurious, catching the golden afternoon light as she gestures while talking. Her eyes are a molten amber, intelligent and sharp, full of amusement and somethingancientbeneath the surface.

I’ve never seen a wulver in real life before today, and I’ll admit—I thought they’d be more intimidating. And Lunais—but not in a terrifying way. More like she’s someone youwanton your side, but you alsodo notwant to cross.

Strong, poised, powerful.

And somehow still the most effortlessly chic creature I’ve ever seen.

I, on the other hand, am covered in road dust, wearing my favorite "Not All Who Wander Are Lost (But I Definitely Am)" T-shirt, and currently attempting not to gawk.

“Okay, this is ridiculous,” I finally manage as she stops in front of the most picturesque cabin I have ever seen.

Luna laughs, tipping her head slightly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

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