C49 Mo Kai Was a Wolf Who Did Not Know How to Rest

"Joanne?" he turned and called tentatively.

Joanne stiffened, forcing herself to respond with a quiet "Yeah."

"Come here." His voice, already rich and pleasant, now carried an irresistible allure.

Joanne moved closer, step by step, until she was within reach.

In front of her stood Mo Kai, his damp hair falling in wisps across his forehead