PAULINE POV
Was it weird that I felt perfectly comfortable sleeping with two wolves in my room?
Probably.
But in my defense… they didn’t smell like wet dog. At all.
They smelled like sunshine and bonfires and something spicy I couldn’t quite place—like someone had bottled forest masculinity, sprinkled it with cinnamon, and said, “Here, have a breakdown.” Honestly, I would’ve bought that cologne. Twice.
I told myself this was fine. Totally fine. Not the least bit deranged.
They were majestic. Calm. A little too intelligent for comfort. And those eyes? Way too expressive for two woodland critters who were allegedly feral. Like, I'm sorry, what kind of feral animal tilts its head when I say “Who’s a good boy?” and then winks?
Still, I had ethics. Sort of.
So, I told them to sleep on t
