Chapter 11.

Tayron's POV

Lavanya's smell charmed me. Now I believe my father when he says that the fragrance of mate is far more intoxicating than alcohol. My heart has been racing ever since I met Lavanya.

Except when the enemy struck, and I switched bodies with my wolf, my heart never pounded faster. My heart was racing because I was terrified of dying.

Everyone is terrified of dying. I don't want to die before this pack grows into a big pack and the Alphas who attack it fall to their knees in front of me.

I can't wait for that day to come when I and my wolf take revenge.

Lavanya was already sleeping next to me. I can hear her soft snoring. It's been two days since we slept together, but I couldn't sleep well; I woke up several times.

I looked at Lavanya's back and dark ash brown hair loose. I want to touch her hair. Oh no, I want to hug her so badly. But I can't do it without Lavanya's permission.

I had promised Lavanya that I would ask her permission when I wanted to touch, hold her hand, kiss