Come Inside

"Ophelia."

Ophelia stiffened. Then, she felt a heavy warmth drape over her shoulder. She frowned to the ground, seeing her shadow joined by another one. He hoisted her to her feet, and she shook her head in reluctance.

"Come inside and reject me, don't do it in the cold." Killorn's voice was lowered and soft. He was so patient, she thought he was a lamb, but in reality, was a wolf in disguise—literally. Her heart fluttered when he slid a warm hand across her spine.

Ophelia realized he took off his cape. She was wearing his fur shawl, leaving him freezing against the frigid wind. For once, the thing felt cold. She shrugged it off, but he kept it in place.

"You'll get sick, Ophelia."