#Chapter44

With her fingers twisting against each other, Imara stood on the porch, searching the darkness for signs of the wolf. “Do you think he’s alright, Thorin? I’d never forgive myself if something happened to him. I knew we should have taken him inside to live with us.”

A smirk rose on Thorin’s lips as he looked up from his guitar. “I’m sure he’s fine, Darlin. Try not to worry yourself into a fit.”

Her hand pushed against her hip, and she lifted to her tip-toes to see over the bushes. It was a week since she saw Ben last, and her entire body ached to have him touch her...