a's

gh and my spirit broken. The cold rain penetrated my very bon

ster, no less. After everything we had shared over the year

e like a fresh stab to the chest. I had never felt so worthless, so easily d

tural sobs I could no longer contain. I didn't care that I was soaked and filthy. Nothing matte

rn to the Wolfsong pack lands again. That part of my life was over, ripped away as swiftly and vio

th birthday. That fateful night when the throbbing pain in my head first began, coinciding with the full moon's light bathing our pack lands. I was

ing: don't worry; Wait

thday, with the same message. Despite my best efforts to connect with

with disappointment and longing. The forest around me was eerily

s and mint, a scent that stirred deep emotions within me. My heart skipp

if trying to reach out to me fr

materialize after all? My hopes soared.

ng hap

o sign of my wolf form. Despair washed over me much as the rain had. The cold water had removed some

ght a

it murmured, at the same time that I heard th

p inside me, causing my breath to hitch and my pulse to race. W

n Thornton, was feared not only in our territory but several others. He was ruthless an

in and deep blue eyes, he wa

aze locked onto mine. He was powerfully built. Bigger than my dad at six feet, he had to be at least four inches a

eloped my body, his massive frame rooting me against the rough bark. His virile scent, a potent serenade of eu

gh me at the contact, setting every nerve ablaze in its wake. The softness in his lips belied the raw power simmering beneath

pulling our bodies flush together. I could feel him-hard and insistent -pressing against my b

to slide up under my soaked top, fingers exploring the curve

et Moon

exposed skin, followed swiftly by warm callou

promises against my neck. His words were raw and filthy, painting vivid pictures that ha

ean me o

him and the tree, I felt his other hand creep downwards slowly, dipping defiantly past the waistband of my soaked jeans. The first tou

light yet spellbinding, causing me to gasp and writhe against his hard body. He chuckled da

nd swirl of his fingers drove me closer to the edge of ecstasy. His voice grew huskier as he m

nd out from my jeans, he gently tugged at the hem of my top with a

osed under the moonlight. I flushed under his heated gaze, but before I could utter a wo

nately this time – until we were both breat

enough to speak but still close enough to keep our bodies pressed togethe

," he said, his voice

as say, "Let me go." Even as my body betrayed me and I leaned into his warmth, f

e the one wolf I'd wai

nfessed, his breath hot against my ear

sky. Back in our youth, Juan, a captive of my father's, faced cruelty from the bullies at Wolfsong. Since I was highly esteemed for my fighting abiliti

k. The betrayal. The hurt. The

reckoned with, a volatile con

n me if I ge

d weakly against his solid chest. The heat radiating off of him

owered over me. "But you're mine now, Lyra. In my terri