The she-wolf pulled away at the feeling, a look of confusion gracing her features.
What the hell was that?
For one, her action had been highly inappropriate for a lady of the ton. The werewolf society didn’t particularly care about harmless physical touches like that, but humans assessed everything critically.
There was also the fact that she was supposed to hate this man with a passion— and she did, or at least she tried to convince herself that she still did.
But when she had hugged him, offering him her silent sympathy, mostly for the young boy he had been, and what he had had to go through at such a young age, what she had felt had confused her greatly.
It felt like nothing she had ever felt before, and she could have sworn on her life that it had happened only because she had to
