Hideaway Strath roll deep

“Stay and talk awhile,” Lotte suggested, stretching out on her stomach in a rare moment of nonchalance. She had nothing to fear from the mousey woman, and if her talk with Olive had taught her anything, it was that masks were just as important in Teaghlaigh’s borders as they were out of them. For a wolf like August, it seemed the world was full of threats — and having come from a culture where the women were just as stubborn and dominant as the men, if not more, Lotte just couldn’t empathize. She wanted to make an effort to get to know August. Typically blunt, “How are you finding your new home?” she questioned, making her velvety voice gentle and low. “You are not so afraid here, are you?”