Love the Wolfless Power Girl at First Sight

Chapter 397 Wolves Wanna Meet

Tessa dashed out the door, and Landon was already there, arms wide open to welcome her.

She threw herself into his embrace, unable to hide the joy on her face. “Why are you here so early?”

“I couldn’t wait to be alone with you. It’s your eighteenth birthday—your coming–of–age ceremony. I didn’t want to miss a single second of it.”

Tessa understood exactly how he felt, because she’d been looking forward to this too.

“Where are we going?”

“Get in the car,” Landon said, without answering directly. He simply opened the passenger door for her.

Tessa didn’t press him; she trusted Landon completely and handed this most important day of her life over to him without hesitation.

Landon got in and started the engine.

Tessa watched the snowflakes spinning past the window, and suddenly noticed that the car’s fragrance had changed to her favorite pinewood scent. The seat was warmed to a perfectly cozy degrees, and even her usual jazz playlist was playing on loop.

The car left Navoris city limits, heading toward the quiet outskirts. The snowfall grew heavier the farther they drove.

“We’re here.”

hour later, the car came to a stop at the edge of a

pulled out thick fur blankets, a star projector, and a metal case stamped with the Nightshade

that glowed soft blue beneath their steps. In the distance,

a secret sanctuary untouched by the outside world. Even as snow continued to fall, the stars and

bag. “Only on days of major rites can anyo enter. The unique terrain here makes it possible to see stars and

perfectly preserved strawberry cake, two steaming cups

up one of the pieces. “So we’re camping now? You really

till midnight, but I was worried someone might start gnawing on wolf fur if they got too hungry. Word is, someone didn’t eat

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up straighter in an instant. “Did Grandpa send you a message again? He kept sighing at my plate

chuckled softly and said nothing, handing her a slice of cake. “Come

with the piney air on her tongue. She suddenly pointed upward.

followed her finger but found his gaze lingering on her instead. Her hair had caught a bit

it off, his thumb brushing the corner of her lips, his eyes filled with a warmth that couldn’t be put into words. “The seven stars of the Big Dipper–they match the seven months and seven days

the

map appeared across the snowy

resting on his arm, watching glowing butterflies flicker across the “sky” on the snow. She suddenly felt the gland at the back of her neck begin to heat up. Why