Chapter 29

“I…I wanted to get you warm, but…listen, we should get inside. Okay? You can go ahead of me. I’ll come in after.” Reyland stated carefully, still standing at a distance.

“There are blankets in the living room, at the house. Take one. You can –” he explained, but Marian cut in.

“I’m not leaving you.” She breathed, staring at Reyland openly, her eyes roving over his exposed torso.

She had seen it before, but she had not been this close.

His skin was fair. Very fair. During the party, she had not noticed this, and in the dark, outside his home, it had not stood out.

But here, under the bright, almost noon sun, even with the green hue the leaves cast over everything, it was evident.

It was probably no more than five shades of pigmentation that kept his skin from being translucent.

There was no mark on his body, and he had very little body hair. If Marian had been a different kind of wolf, she would have felt jealous.

Many, if not most, werewolves had significant chest hair, some even to t