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Instead, I scratch beneath his chin. He makes a low sound deep in his chest.

Not a growl.

More like—oh, Goddess.

Is he purring?

“You're not supposed to do that.”

He opens one eye.

“Wolves don't purr.”

The eye closes.

“Apparently you didn't get the memo.”

I smile.

This is insane.

Completely, utterly insane.

But I can't help it.

I like him.

I like this Wolf.

And judging by the way his enormous head settles against my thigh while I rub behind his ears...

I think he likes me too.

Chapter Five

It's been five days since I've seen the black Wolf. Not that I've been looking for him.

Okay.

That's a lie. I've been looking for him everywhere.

Every time I walk across campus, I find myself glancing toward the trees. When I leave at night, I scan the parking lot.

Yesterday, I even took the long way around the athletic fields after my last class. For exercise.

Obviously.

It had absolutely nothing to do with the possibility of running into one enormous black Wolf who likes chocolate and having his ears scratched.

Nope. Nothing at all.

So when I pull into the faculty parking lot this morning and see a familiar hulking shape sitting beneath the trees, my heart does a ridiculous little leap.

He's here.

I grin so wide my cheeks hurt.

“Hey!”