Jacob~
The gas station. It haunted me more than I'd like to admit.
It was supposed to be simple—just a quick stop so Easter could use the bathroom, maybe grab a snack if she dragged it out. Instead, I ended up standing way too close to her under those brutal fluorescent lights, close enough to feel her breath hitch when she cried. Close enough that, for one reckless second, I almost kissed her.
Almost.
Since then, my mind had been an absolute battlefield.
When I brought her back home yesterday, walking her to her door, I thought I had regained some semblance of control. I kissed her cheek, something innocent, something friendly, right?
Wrong.
The way she blushed, the way my heart leapt into my throat—it wasn't innocent at all.
I felt giddy. Alive in a way that was absolutely ridiculous for a creature as ancient as me.
Mist, the legendary Wolf Spirit, feeling like a clumsy teenager.
It would have been laughable if it hadn't been so real.
