Ezra
Now that I knew the truth about Kristen, or at least part of the truth, something seemed different about her. The attraction seemed more powerful, more potent, almost spellbinding.
It felt like someone had let my wolf off his chain. Whatever remnant of restraint that had held him in check as I had held her close seemed to have dissolved.
Was it because I now knew she wasn’t fully human?
Or was it because the kids were tucked safely in their bed downstairs, sleeping soundly? Mrs. Farley and Spirko had gone to their own quarters for the night. We were finally alone, unchaperoned.
And I had locked the bedroom door to ensure that no one could enter unannounced in the case of a bad dream or a tummy ache in the night.
She was in my bathtub.
There was nothing inherently wrong with he
