Scott ‘Who am I to stop you,’ my wolf mocks, commenting on the mantra I am murmuring in my head. Stay away from her. Why are you getting so close to her? Back up! Just when my sense is kicking back in, forcing me to distance myself from her, something flashes up in her eyes. Her irises light up, an unfamiliar color circling in them before disappearing again. Even if I hate to admit it, I have known her for long enough. And this is not her wolf. While my brain is working hard to solve the mystery of where it might come from, I inadvertently inch closer. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, signalling me something unconsciously before she averts her gaze. “You could be honest for once, you know.” The glistering on her lipstick-red lips captures me in a trance, and before I can help it, my hands have already moved. The tingling of the sparks travels up my fingers, spreading on my palms as I hold her chin to get her eyes back on me. ‘This will not end well,’ my wolf
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