Red Snow Bride (Wolf Brides Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
I didn’t have a guess at what had happened between her and Daniel to create such a fear of intimacy, but if it was the last thing I did, I’d get her over it. I needed touch. Most werewolves did. We were an affectionate breed and to secure a strong mated bond, we needed the frequent reminder of devotion. Wolves in the wild were the same and the longer I ran as one, the more similarities I found between us. She lay against my offered jacket propped on the train window, still and breathing steadily. Sunlight filtered in through the glass and brushed her dark, downcast eyelashes as they rested against her cheek. Luke was trying to teach Kristina how to play poker on the bench seat in front of me, and the other passengers were in different stages of boredom. We’d be to St. Louis by tonight to rest before boarding a carriage in the morning. Six days of rail and no way to change had my bones singing. The marrow had melted into something molten that belonged in the rivers of hell.
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