Cassidy
When I woke, the sun had dipped low behind the trees, casting long shadows over the grass. The air had cooled.
I blinked, lifting my head groggily.
The black wolf was gone.
In his place, standing a few feet away near the trees, was Kieran—naked, his chest rising and falling with every breath.
"Oh gods," I squeaked, immediately turning my back. "You could've warned me!"
His laughter drifted through the air.
"Could you grab the bag from the car? I packed a change."
Still covering my face, I mumbled, "Just… don't come any closer."
"I'm not moving," he said, voice full of amusement.
I hurried off, retrieved the bag, and returned with my eyes averted, thrusting it in his general direction.
"I hope your wolf doesn't shed," I muttered.
He chuckled behind a tree as he dressed. "He doesn't."
When he stepped out, fully clothed again, I dared to glance at him.
