Josie stands still and watches the wolf. The wolf doesn’t know her and sometimes a wolf is slightly hostile to those not in their own pack, so Josie waits for him. The black wolf stands as still as a statue as he takes in the sight of his beautiful mate, gets to smell her scent without the veil of the human.
He takes a slow step forward, closing the distance between them, the wolf and the human in a highly restrained sense of being, not wanting to scare their precious treasure. Josie can hardly handle the suspense, he is beyond beautiful, he is huge, on par with Nathan and her father, but those golden eyes see through everything, making him appear larger than life.
She extends her hand and he rests his large cheek on it, tilting his large head slightly to rest on her palm. His head is so
