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littered the snow around it.
    Oh.
    Realization plunged through her, and she shot a look at her companion. The dour look in his gaze made her duck her head again. She’d been staring at the branch, and it almost landed on her. She’d never have noticed…but Dylan saved her. With an impatient whuff, he gave her a little shove. Time to move again.
    Glancing once more at the broken branch, she tucked her tail and pressed as close to Dylan as she dared. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, he continued to match his pace to her slower strides. Determined to avoid another mistake, she focused on the trail and the burnished brown fur in her line of sight. The rich scent of frost mingled with the earthy warmth of cinnamon, berries, and ginger. She almost imagined the hint of summer grass and the sensation of basking in summer sun. Impossible in the midst of brutal winter, but she embraced the whimsy. Ages seemed to pass before she caught sight of a timber cabin. Traces of wood smoke wafted on the air.
    Not slowing, Dylan trotted to the door. With a grace she envied, he arched onto his hind legs and caught the handle. It dipped once and the door opened. Instead of rushing inside, however, he backed from the open door and gave himself a solid shake. The shower of snow and ice from his lovely coat explained the reasoning. After mimicking his gesture, she checked with him and waited to see what their next step would be.
    He whuffed and tossed his head impatiently.
    Oh, he wanted her to go in first. Embarrassment flooded her, and she darted inside. He followed at a calmer walk, then closed the door once they were inside. The interior of the cabin seemed nice, all rough-hewn bark with solid timber walls. A bed sat in one corner—mussed and unmade—while two duffel bags lay, half-packed or maybe unpacked, next to the room’s single table. No dishes or food scents tickled her nose. Though no fire burned in the hearth, the combination of ash and old smoke told her one had been there recently.
    Cozy was the only word for the single-room cabin—it was a single room, right? Sniffing carefully, she explored until she found a door in the corner. Nudging it open with a paw, she poked her head inside to find a well-appointed bathroom. Humidity in the room suggested Dylan used it recently. The combination of ginger and sunshine came from the soap. Intrigued, she retreated and continued to pad through the room. A shimmer of power and a rush of sound behind her interrupted her search.
    The beauty of Dylan’s shift took her breath away. It looked nearly as painful as hers, yet no sounds betrayed any discomfort. In the space of a minute—maybe less—he changed from his wolf form to his human. Damn, he was just as beautiful as she remembered. Crouching and braced on his fists, his head hung low at first. With fluid grace, he rose and towered over her. What had been spacious shrunk as his presence filled the room. Without meaning to, she skimmed her gaze over his chest to his hips to the length of his cock hanging between his legs.
    Really, he was a good-looking guy. His wolf was beautiful, powerful and terrifying. His human half? What was the right word?
    Delicious.
    When he stretched, his shoulders cracked. Then he slid his fingers together and cracked his knuckles. An air of relief radiated over him and his gaze settled on her, and she forgot to breathe for a moment. Crooking his finger, he beckoned her. “C’mere.”
    Alarm rang through her.
    Impatience creased his expression. Sighing, he said, “I need to untie your jacket so you can shift.”
    Oh .
    Embarrassment replaced her fear, and she ducked her head. She’d forgotten about the clothing pack he’d made. Keeping her gaze on the floor, she sidled across the room to him. He made short work of the tied sleeves, and slid the clothing down. The jacket landed against the floor with a kind of wet plop. Fresh worry bloomed—what if she’d ruined the phone? She’d