Chapter 8
We stood frozen by my indecision for one long moment. Vaguely, I caught sight of the rest of the pack at the end of the gated driveway. Adena and Val played a game of catch-the-raven with Harry assisting. Theta’s annoyance was tangible even from so far away.
And...I didn’t care. Instead, I let the twinkle in Claw’s eyes draw me in deeper. I leaned into his embrace, soaking up blissful contact. I sighed when he eased backwards until we were separated by the thinnest sliver of air.
“Olivia,” he started. But my wolf didn’t let him finish. Instead, she stole my fingers and embarked on her own exploration. It was easy and natural to slip our hand beneath Claw’s unbuttoned shirt and skim fingertips across the bulge of his biceps. Even more natural to feel the rippling ridges of his
