Running from the Wolves (Wolfsbane #1)

by Lola Glass

“You smell like the home I’ve spent my entire life looking for.

“Go home.” I went inside. As the door closed, he said, “You’re the only home I want anymore.”

“You want the truth? Fine. I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anything. I want to mate with you, to spend my life with you, all that romantic shit. I want you to be mine. But I also haven’t known you that long, and I’m terrified that you’re going to change as soon as I’m yours. Or that you’re going to get challenged and lose next week, or next month, or next year. The longer I have with you, the more it’ll hurt when I inevitably lose you.”