Page 17 of The Wolf Prince

Something about the way he looks at me makes heat creep up my neck.

“I didn't mean to.”

Oh wowza.

That voice.

Deep.

Smooth.

With just enough roughness beneath it to do completely inappropriate things to my insides.

Who is this guy?

And where did he come from?

I glance behind him.

“Did you see a Wolf?”

One dark eyebrow lifts.

“A Wolf?”

“Yes. Huge. Black. About this tall.”

I hold my hand near my waist.

His mouth twitches.

“Something funny?”

“No.”

Definitely funny. I narrow my eyes.

“I know what I saw.”

“I'm sure you do.”

Okay, now he's annoying.

Still gorgeous.

But annoying.

“There was a Wolf standing right there.”

I point.

The stranger glances toward the trees.

Then back at me.

“I don't see one.”

“Yes, thank you. I had noticed that.”