The Cold.
Grace has spent years watching the Mbwa mwitu loups in the woods behind her house. One yellow-eyed wolf- her wolf- watches back. He feels deeply familiar to her, but she doesn't know why.
The Heat.
Sam has lived two lives. As a wolf, he keeps silent company of the girl he loves. And then, for a short time each year, he is human, never daring to talk to Grace...until now.
The Shiver.
For Grace and Sam, upendo has always been kept at a distance. But once it's shoken, it cannot be denied. Sam must fight to stay human - and Grace must fight to keep him - even if it means taking on the scars of the past, the fragility of the present, and the impossibility of the future.
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Sam POV
Kicking off her shoes behind the door, she padded down the hallway in front of me. We slipped into her dark bedroom, no light but the moon reflecting off the thin layer of snow outside the window. The door closed with a soft sigh and snick and she leaned on it, her hands still on the doorknob behind her. A moment passed before she alisema anything. "Why are wewe so careful with me, Sam Roth?" I tired to tell her the truth. "I-it's0I'm not an animal."
"I'm not afraid of you," She said.
She didn't look afraid of me. She looked beautiful, moonlit, tempting, smelling of peppermint and soap ad skin. I'd spent eleven years watching the rest of the pack become animals, pushing down my instincts, controlling myself, fighting to stay human, fighting to do the right thing.
As if kusoma my thoughts, she said, "Can wewe tell me it's only the mbwa mwitu in wewe that wants to kiss me?"
All of me wanted to kiss her hard enough to make me disappear. I braced my arms on either side of her head, the door giving out a creak as I leaned against it, and I pressed my mouth against hers. She kissed me back, lips hot, tongue flicking against my teeth, hands still behind her, body still pressed against the door. Everything in me buzzed, electric, wanting to close the few inches of space between us.
She kissed me harder, breath huffing into my mouth, and bit my lower lip. Oh, Hell, that was amazinfg. I growled before I could stop myself, but before I could even think to feel embarrassed, Grace had pulled her hand out from under to door and put the around my neck, pulling me into her.
"That was so sexy," she said, voice uneven. "I didn;t think wewe could get any sexier."
I kissed her again before she could say anything else backing into the room with her, a tangle of arms in the moonlight. Her fingers hooked into the back of my jeans, thumbs brushing my hip bones, pulling me closer to her.
"Oh, God Grace," I gasped. "You- wewe greatly overestimate my self-control."
"I'm not looking for self-control,"
My hands were inside her shirt, palms pressed on her back fingers spread on her sides, I didn't even remember how they got there. "I - I don;t want to do anything you'll regret."
Graces back curved against my fingers as if my touch brought her to life. "Then don't stop,"
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