The Wolf King (Wolf King, #1)

by Lauren Palphreyman

Blake whispers something to one of the band members. They change the tune they’re playing to something a little slower. I sway on the bench. The melody is familiar to me, though I cannot place it. I reach for a beaker and pour myself a glass of water. When I turn back to the dancefloor, Blake stands in front of me. He holds out a slender hand. “Would you care to dance?” he asks.

Oh im blushingggg

“You want to dance with me?” I ask. “Yes.” A giggle escapes my lips, and Blake tilts his head to the side—the movement almost catlike. “Does that amuse you, little rabbit?”