Saying the last phrase, Gleb stopped and looked into my eyes - evenly, openly. And I forgot how to breathe. For one tiny moment, I even regretted that I was not a werewolf, not a she-wolf, then... I raised my hand and ran my fingers through his short black hair. Mm, soft, but you can’t tell by the look. Gleb followed my gesture with surprise and alertness, but did not move away. Quiet.

And I suddenly clearly understood that even if I were at least three times a she-wolf, it would not change anything. Since Max was already in my life. There was friendship, and then passion, love and ......