Konrad's POV
I stole some glances as we ate, her radiant face contorting into smiles as she peeped at me. It made my heart skip with happiness being this close to her. But I was sceptical whether I have done the right thing coming here for her because I would hate to see her forced to go back home with me.
‘Let’s hope she will not feel obligated to come with us.’ Dutch invaded my internal battle.
‘I hope so too.’ I nodded in agreement.
I picked up her habit of squinting her eyes when thinking and now I can see she is thoughtful, with her chin resting on her hand.
“How do you feel about going for a run in our wolves?” She asked as she stood up and taking off her shoes.
“I would like that. But don’t we need to undress outside?” I asked, watching her take off her dress, leaving her bra
