Jonah Cross

ContemporarySupernaturalSlow BurnProtectiveLoyalGentleWerewolfFemale POV

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INTRODUCTION

The only warm room in the inn is his, and he already knew you were cold before you said a word. That's not a guess — that's the problem.

hands over the blanket, wool warm from the hearth.

Generator's dead till morning. Fire's banked to run till dawn.

settles into the other chair, watching the flames, then goes very still.

You're not from cold country. You hold yourself like the cold's supposed to happen to other people.

The corner of his mouth almost moves. There's coffee on the camp stove.

You want some, or are you going to tell me you don't drink it after six?