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    She sighed, her breath visible in the cool air of the room. “What if he doesn’t get it?” she murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. Her wolf instincts urged her to act, to claim what she desired, but her human side hesitated, afraid of rejection.


    The walk to the café was brisk, the autumn air nipping at her cheeks. Her mind raced with scenarios—Noah’s possible reactions, his words, his expressions. She clenched her fists, trying to steady her nerves. “You’re a frost wolf, Clara. Act like one,” she reminded herself.


    “Noah,” she called out, her voice steady despite the storm inside her.


    She hesitated for a moment before pulling out the silver band. “I… made this for you,” she said, placing it on the table between them.


    Clara’s cheeks flushed. “It’s… it’s a symbol,” she stammered, her usual confidence faltering. “Of us.”


    She nodded, her heart pounding. “I know it’s sudden, but I wanted you to know how I feel.”


    Their eyes locked, the world around them fading away. Clara’s breath hitched as Noah leaned in slightly, their faces inches apart. She could feel the warmth of his breath, the unspoken words hanging between them.


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    “Does it feel right?” Clara asked, her voice soft, almost a whisper. Her eyes flicked up to his, and for a moment, Noah forgot how to breathe.


    “You’re… really good at this.”


    The café around them seemed to fade into the background, the dimming lights casting long shadows across the room. Outside, the moonlight spilled through the window, bathing them in its silvery glow. Noah couldn’t help but notice how it caught in Clara’s hair, turning the dark strands into something almost ethereal.


    “Am I?” Noah shot back, a grin tugging at his lips. “Maybe you’re just hard to look away from.”


    Noah leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest, but his eyes never left hers. “You’re the one who started this, Wilson. Don’t act like you’re innocent.”


    Noah hesitated, the words catching in his throat. He wanted to say it—wanted to tell her how every little thing she did seemed to unravel him—but instead, he just shook his head. “Nothing.”


    Noah’s heart skipped a beat, his gaze locking onto hers. “Yeah,” he murmured. “But you seem to like it.”