CHAPTER 95.   Too Afraid (22 Dec)

　　~ RIG ~

　　It had been such a tense night—a tense week—I couldn’t let her go. I was supposed to return to the packhouse so there was no risk of anyone questioning where I slept, or who I was with. But if anyone had followed me, they’d seen me leave the library hours earlier, and they’d seen Cara leave alone too. I’d come here as Ralf.

　　It was risky—if a wolf really wanted to find me and knew I’d gone to the library, they could follow my wolf-scent.

　　I wavered back and forth, but decided to stay, at least until she slept. Looking at Cara’s eyes, bloodshot with weariness, but shining and pleading with me, I didn’t even talk to her about it.

　　We both needed rest, her most of all.

　　We kept the door locked and the curtains closed. I stripped down to my boxer-briefs. But Cara picked up the t-shirt she’d carried back here that I’d never put on and buried her face in it, inhaling deeply—which had the dual effect of making my chest thump, and my cock twitch.