Chapter Forty-Seven I Am Not Giving Cadma Mixed Signals?

My wolf needed to run among the trees after leaving the meeting. When we were raised in the mountains, we didn't get the chance to run as often. I could feel someone staring at me. There was no way it was Andor, for if it had been, I would feel the bond seeping into me, causing tingles all over.

When I run, I imagine Andor with me in my daydreams. Unlike the forest leaves, Andor's hair is black as night, and his eyes are green like the leaves of a tree. I think about how solid, firm, and handsome his pecks are, a part of the eight-pack he wears so well. Having stubble on his chin gives him that bad boy look that you would see on TV. It was indeed delicious to look at Andor, but then all shifters are sexy.

My childhood was filled with hiding and ogling Cadma in all his sexy glory. Cadma's silky white hair seemed to float in the breeze. He had strong arms that made me feel safe and warm when he hugged me. In an instant, I felt compelled to touch his chest because of the