Patch POV

The steam-powered heating in the palace made Patch’s skin go damp and slick with sweat underneath his fine clothing. He’d have to shift some time and go for a run!

As Anneliese’s pink lips smiled and she shared with Makhel all the intellectual insights he’d come to appreciate, he definitely wanted to run away from the dinner. His wolf Tiva threatened to sit on him until he fought for his mate like a wolf.

Sometimes, Tiva could be so dense.

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