Chapter 8 • Heated Proximity

Chapter 8

Heated Proximity

Clarissa

I was a fool, a fool indeed.

I kept berating myself as I speed-walked into the woods, spitting fire. I had long since lost Kaira and for her own sake, she’d better avoid me. Rough tree barks scratched at my skin but I did not feel their sting. I was far off in my head, too angry to feel physical pain.

Carlin had a mate, a beautiful and talented dancer and he had been toying with my emotions, stringing me along like a puppet. Blinded by his magnificent masculinity and gentle hands, I had forgotten the very thing I had come to his pack to avoid– finding a mate. I thought we had bonded besides the shocking coincidence in the similarities of our dreams but it was all an ugly lie.

Trampling through the forest angrily, I did not care to look around until I stopped to catch my breath. My surroundings were strange and for the first time, a trickle of fear watered down my raging anger. How far into the woods had I gone? If I was in my wolf form, I could