Eleanor's POV

I was feeling so comfortable in his company, more like I knew him for centuries. Like we were old buddies who didn't need words to communicate with each other or express our feelings. I looked at him. He was wearing knee-length shorts with a white shirt unbuttoned at the moments showing his lean, muscular chest.

No! Stop Eleanor! Don't go there! If he caught you staring at him. You will end up being teased and fucked by him. I chuckled loudly at my thoughts. I really missed my wolf.

He looked at me taking a big chug not understanding at all. "What?" He asked.

"I missed my wolf."...