After supper, we sat outside under a tree, watching the sun go down. Nix wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and I leaned against him. Nix practically doubled as a heater as the air cooled down, and I was comfortable.“I am afraid that feral wolves are nearby our pack borders,” Nix blurted out.“The dead rogue. That wasn’t the feral wolf’s doing,” I whispered, inhaling deeply. “Because most rogues would avoid a fight with a feral,” Nix growled, he must have been imagining how I had survived outside, in no man’s land, where feral wolves are unpredictable and abundant.“Calm down, Nix,” I whispered, “I know how to survive out there. And I am safe now. I have you.”Nix's finger swirled absently along my arm, leaving trails of sparks and heat in its wake. He leaned his chin against the top of my head. I raised my head to plant a timid kiss on his cheek.He turned his head qu
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