Ryan's POV

　　Ragnar acted like a little puppy running next to Kairo, Bruno's wolf. Didn't even care about his growling and subtle hints that he was too close. He ran on his toes, more danced next to him, and all he saw was her. Bounced from one paw to another, his tongue rolled out when he pulled his lips up, trying to smile.

　　I rolled my eyes and decided just to lean back when he almost fell face-first, tripping over a loose twig. Everything else was as good as ...