PAULINE POV
After coffee, pancakes, and watching the two hottest guys I’ve ever seen in my entire existence shift into two freaking wolves right in front of me, I was starting to think…
Okay.
Maybe this wasn’t a dream.
Maybe I was awake.
Maybe this was happening.
Maybe all the romantasy novels are based on something real, something hidden.
Maybe I had, indeed, brought two naked wolf-men into my parents’ kitchen in the middle of the night and fed them pancakes while my subconscious screamed at me to get a grip.
Honestly, the pancakes were the most believable part. I love carbs.
The rest?
Not so much.
Especially not when my dad’s grumbly voice floated down the stairs and yanked me right out of my hormonal, half-magical haze.
“Pauline? Is that you in the kitchen?”
I froze.
My en
