ra

uest room at the back of the estate. The he

usty floor, wrapping my arms

but unable to touch him felt like being starved while sitting next t

something terrifying beg

burning as if I were standing

the collar of my dress. Swe

s was the biological drive of a female wolf, an ancient cyc

been a faint, unnoticeable

mall room, leaking out under the door. It was an impossibly pu

mind to the primal instincts. I

plintering wood before the door itsel

ntered ev

breathing heavily, his chest rising

ere completely replaced by the g

f my wild roses h

nees beside me, his massive frame blocking out the cold light. I

h bloomed deep in my belly-a warning, or maybe a promise. I knew, with