Cailean cupped Gerulf’s face with his hands, looking into his eyes. “I don’t believe you are. You wouldn’t have come looking for me if that was the case, and for sure you wouldn’t be trying to help me remember everything, including how to call up my wolf.”
“I’m doing it because I need you. I missed you, and I loved you. No, I love you, present tense.” Gerulf sighed. “Of course as far as you know I could be lying for some reason. I’m not, though. I can’t lie to you. Never could.”
“I know you’re not.” Cailean’s instincts said he wasn’t and he trusted them. It was in Gerulf’s body language, in his eyes, in the way he talked about everything to do with the two of them. He could feel his love and he knew in his heart and soul that he loved him in return and always had. He traced a finger over
