Ryan's POV
Just like that, the mood changed; the heated moment I longed for vanished with the wind. I could still smell her, feel the heat of her skin like it was reaching for mine.
However, she had diverted her attention away from me, leaning away just enough for me to know our spell was broken. Ragnar was losing his cool, but even with how much I wanted to stay, I couldn't.
Hannah was still my friend, and even if we both agreed to stop our arrangement for the time, she was still my friend. The one that had always been by my side, and I know how scared she was that I would just drift away. Let her slide back into her slave legacy and forget her. Hannah was not made a slave but was born as one. Her wolf was weaker, submissive, and fragile.
Our hierarchy had evolved since the
