I leaned my forehead against the door, feeling the rough wood against my skin. My heart thundered in my chest, torn between fear of what I might do and desperate longing for connection. "I'm afraid," I whispered, the admission tearing from my throat. "What if I hurt you? What if I can't control it?" "Ruby," Seth's voice was gentle, patient. "You've been controlling your wolf since you were seven years old. You've shown more restraint than any werewolf I've ever known. I trust you." Trust. Such a simple word, yet so foreign to me. No one had trusted me in eleven years, and I certainly hadn't trusted anyone else. With a shaking hand, I unlocked the door and stepped back. It swung open slowly, revealing Seth standing there, naked and v
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