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Ella “How are you feeling?” Sinclair asks, standing in the doorway of my bedroom. The wild hunt is tonight, and I know he’s not merely asking about my morning sickness or fatigue. “Nervous.” I confess. “Do you think…” I trail off, blushing and unsure if I can actually speak the question I need to ask. “What is it Ella?” He inquires, coming forward with an encouraging smile. “Do you think I could see your wolf before we go tonight, just so that I’ll recognize it when I see you?” I whisper, barely loud enough to hear myself, but knowing Sinclair’s wolf ears will be more than capable of picking up on the sound. And so I won’t be scared. I add silently in my head. “Of course.” He chuckles, “That’s a great idea. I should have thought of it myself.” His powerful hands move to the button