Percy’s POV

With that sweet voice of hers, Rue thanked me, and for a short while there, I was confused, unsure of what to do. 

I waved it off, casually shrugging it “ its no trouble” though in me, my wolf was getting restless. Her scent still lingered in a way I was unused to, but it made me want it more. 

I drew in a long sigh, trying to redirect my focus on the stack of sheets in front of me instead of on her. Most she-wolves avoided me. Some were because of my distant reputation, or ...