“Would you like to come in? I don’t have anything to offer you, but it seems rude to leave you standing in my stairwell like a lost puppy.” My wolf gave a little snarl at the comparison. We were so not a puppy, but if she wanted to rub my belly, I’d let her call me her good boy. “Oh, so it’s yours now?” “I suppose we share custody.” “Do you like to share, Nadia?”
