Chapter 72. But you're old.

"We heard noises." More than noises it seemed like the preludes to Armageddon... but she wisely put this little thought aside.

The wolf looked away while he timidly scratched his nose. Trembling ears, restless tail movements. He looked as adorable as a puppy and it made her heart skip a beat.

She cocked her head, was he doing it on purpose? Because damn it if he wasn't pulling a few strings in her heart.

In that moment she realized that there was nothing more seductive than the sight of a strong and arrogant man acting shy. And she was not at all immune to this particular charm.

She stared at him with a smile dancing in her eyes, making the wolf's ears twitch. He bowed his head and cleared his throat, hesitating in the doorway.

Breaking the ambiguous atmosphere, Garo shoved her hand away with his head, then pointed to the tray in the fenrir's other hand. Her stomach growled in response, the cubs in her belly expressing their agreement.