Fenrys blinked once in answer. A code. They’d made up some silent code to communicate when he’d been ordered to remain in his wolf form. Aelin’s smile remained, just barely, as she walked to the golden-haired male, his bronze skin ashen. She opened her arms in silent offer. To let him decide if he wished for contact. If he could endure it. Just as Rowan would let her decide if she wished to touch him. A small sigh broke from Fenrys before he folded Aelin into his arms, a shudder rippling through him. Rowan couldn’t see her face, perhaps didn’t need to, as her hands gripped Fenrys’s jacket, so
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