Simone
My mouth went dry as I stared at him, and I couldn’t tell if it was from fear or whatever the hell else was happening to my body right now.
He scowled and made an annoyed noise, turning away from me to walk deeper into the cave. He dug around behind a rock and pulled out a worn backpack, extracting clothes that looked way too warm for July. Full black sleeves, black pants, gloves, and an actual freaking sword that he strapped to his back.
“Do you always dress for a blizzard in July?” I asked, but he ignored me completely.
He tossed a bundle at my feet, folded clothes that smelled faintly of him. Of danger and wildness and this intoxicating scent that made my wolf perk up. The fabric was soft but worn, clearly expensive once upon a time but now faded from years of use.
“Stay,” m
