Hannah
Noah pulled me close, his arm draped protectively around my shoulders as we made our way out of the doctor’s office. The familiar scent of him enveloped me, calming the remnants of my panic attack. I leaned into him as we waited for my driver to pull around.
Glancing around the parking lot, I noticed that I didn’t see Noah’s car anywhere.
“Where’s your car?” I asked, glancing up at him.
He dragged a hand through his hair, looking a bit sheepish. “I didn’t bring it.” When I shot him a confused look, he added, “I, uh... I ran here. In my wolf form.”
I pulled back slightly, looking up at him in surprise. “You what?”
“I didn’t even think about taking a car, if I’m being honest. I just... ran. Straight to you.”
The mental image of Noah sprinting through the st
