#Chapter 96: The Next Morning

Elara

The snow mobile ride back to the pack house the next morning felt long and quiet, but maybe that was just because I couldn’t stop glancing sideways at Draken’s profile over his shoulder. He hardly looked at me, but I could feel the way his fingers occasionally brushed across where my hands were wrapped around his waist, the way he grabbed my wrist and gently tugged me closer against his body