Well, that went well—not. While Luther hadn’t expected her to be pleased at his revelation of being a wolf shifter, he hadn’t expected her to faint on the spot either.
He supposed he ought to be grateful that she hadn’t run away screaming. Not that she would have gotten very far. He would have had to tackle her to the ground and… His wolf salivated at that thought, and Luther grinned. Putting his large head on her chest he inhaled deeply and pulled the scent of his mate into his lungs. Might as well use her as a cushion.
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