“You mean everything to me. I love you.”
My hands caress into his hair before I thumb over his smooth, pointy ears. Goosebumps appear on his arms as he shivers.
“Keep doing that, love, and we’ll be heading into round two.”
“Why don’t we skip the trip to Maine, stay here, and have sex all day?”
The corner of his mouth creases as he chuckles. “I’d prefer to do that, but we already made plans.”
He tries to pull away from me, but I grip my legs around him tighter.
“Let’s take a shower together.”
Beneath his glimmering blue eyes, his dimple forms. His attention shifts from me when Emeric enters the kitchen, looks at us, and smirks. He doesn’t seem fazed. He goes to the cupboard, grabs a cup, fills it with water, then drinks it while staring at us expectantly.
Lifting me, Griffin pulls out but keeps my legs around him. “We’ll be back. We’re taking a shower.”
“See ya in a while.”
An hour and a half later, after our shower, I have my bag packed for our trip. The guys told me to pack light. I did the best I could, leaving behind hair and makeup products. I also packed sneakers in case we’re going somewhere woodsy. They’re still vague about the trip, and it’s driving me crazy.
We assemble in the living room, and Cyrus creates a portal. Griffin takes my hand and leads me through it. On the other side is a log cabin in the woods. It’s a nice log cabin, one someone put time and money into. Strangely, there isn’t a driveway. Not really anyway, more like a grass and gravel trail that’s big enough for a car to drive down. It goes out through the woods until it’s too far to see anymore. All around the cabin are thick woods. Wherever we are, it’s definitely meant to be secluded. Cyrus pushes open the unlocked front door, and we enter into an open concept living, dining, and kitchen area, with doors to the right, doors to the left, and a loft above.
“You can put your bag in the loft,” Cyrus tells me.
The three of them disburse into the cabin, appearing to look for someone. I climb the stairs with gradual steps, watching them search.
“No one is here,” Emeric announces.
“Where is he?” I ask from the top step.
The three of them look at each other knowingly but don’t say anything. With a huff, I drop my bag on the king-size bed covered in a soft suede tan comforter with pretty gold designs. Above the bed is a large painting of two wolves howling at the moon. It’s beautifully painted, the colors intricately placed, accentuating the wolves’ fur coats. Lying down on the bed, I pull my phone out and check for service. There isn’t any. So much for contacting Susan. I’ll have to portal to my apartment again soon, so I can catch up on calls and emails.
Grabbing a pillow, I tuck it under me and rest my eyes. Soon, I’m drifting off to sleep.
I must have slept hard. I wake up to the feeling of lines on my face and puffy eyes. Rubbing them, I climb off the bed and head downstairs for something to drink. As I make my way through the house, I realize it’s empty.
“Anyone here?”
No one responds from the rooms. After I get a cup of cold water, I open the doors to bathrooms, bedrooms, a home office, and a laundry room, but it’s clear my guys are gone. My hand goes to my charm to portal back home, but remember why I’m here. They left so I can bond with this Killian guy. Where is he anyway?
Sitting on the couch, I cover up with a throw blanket and wait. I pick up the remote to watch TV, but my finger stops when I hear the distinct howl of a wolf. Curiosity pulls me from the couch. Opening the front door, I step out onto the porch and search the area outside. The full moon casts a silver-blue light into the mowed yard and the edge of the woods. That’s where I see it, the gray and white wolf with amber-brown mixed in his coat. The wolf is lying at the edge of the woods, its gaze fixed on me. It’s no ordinary wolf, at least not like I’ve seen in photos and zoos. He’s massive, intimidating, and stunning.
The wolf howls again, and something pulls at my insides—a curiosity, a longing to be closer? I leave the porch, realizing how dangerous this is, but I can’t stop myself. The wolf stands, howls his magnificent call, then returns his gaze to me, watching me with what seems like his own curiosity. I take a few steps and stop when his giant paws take slow steps toward me.
This is nuts. I shouldn’t be moving toward a wild wolf. Turning around, I make my way back toward the porch, but he howls again. When I look back at him, I see he’s walking slowly, favoring one leg, then continues his steps toward me, limping. He needs help. That’s why he’s here. Maybe the wolf is familiar with this Killian guy.
I continue slow, careful steps, and the view of a campfire comes into my peripheral. It’s on the left side of the house, and there are blankets laid out near the fire. I veer that direction in hopes of finding Killian, so he can help this wolf.
The fire is a comforting warmth on this cool night. I put my hands out over it and look at the fur blankets on the ground. They’re neatly placed and don’t look like they’ve been sat on. Scanning the area, I search for the mystery man who owns this home.
“Killian!”
No one responds except the wolf, which is much closer. The howl sends a shiver down
