A growl interrupts my story, making me grin even wider. He nudges me with his nose and when I go to pet him again, he nips at me softly. Teeth graze my skin, but not with any amount of strength or intention to hurt me. In fact, it’s playful and tickles a bit.
“Well, he wasn’t as handsome as you,” I coo, nuzzling his nose with mine. He freezes momentarily before rubbing against my neck and cheeks, his soft fur tickling my exposed skin.
The rumble coming from Ethan’s wolf turns into a purring sound when I slide my hands down behind his ears. I smile. Who knew a wolf would like to be scratched behind the ears like a dog?
“Is me petting you like this weird since technically you’re a person in there?” I ask, looking into his eyes. It would be strange if someone tried to pet me on the head,
