Running with Wolves
“These are smaller footprints, bigger than a child, but smaller than a grown-up.”
“We are looking for someone from my Realm.” I countered with a smile. “Male Elves are bigger than female ones, but still, smaller than shifters.” I countered as Jake stood up and we compared heights.
“You come halfway to my pecs,” Jake eyed me up. “I’m about 6’ 3, I think you are about 5’ 1.” He grinned, flashing his teeth. “You’re on the tinier side but I kind of like that about you. Portable, I could throw you over my shoulder and go.” He laughed huskily, making tingles return to my skin.
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