The next morning, Lucianne got out of bed and almost tripped over one of the many paper bags of books in her room. This made her recall the entire day she spent with Xandar, and she smiled to herself in the dark as she changed for her morning run. 

When her white wolf was approaching the same spot she went to every morning, she caught the scent of acacia wood and forest trees before Xandar’s Lycan came into view.

His animal got up from where it was sitting and approached her slowly. Its lilac eyes fixed on hers as he mind-linked, ‘Morning, beautiful.’

‘Good morning, Xandar. I don’t recall having...