A Heated Bath

POV: Malia

My stomach ties itself in knots at his blunt words. He keeps his back to me, but the shift in the air is unmistakable. His patience is waning. I pull the thick blanket tighter against my chest. He said it himself—he had to hold his wolf back for days. The others probably slept with him on their first night here.

He strides into the open bathroom and twists the metal faucets. Steaming