I tossed and turned for an hour that night unable to banish my worries about the wolf in the forest, only to find my mind switching relentlessly to the memory of Noah’s close proximity and cavalier proposal in his study.

My wolf purred and buried my head in the pillow. I had made it through the rest of the day without giving the sensations Noah created in me another thought. He was just playing some game, and I knew better than to do anything other than ignore it.

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