Rise Of The Silver Wolf
I froze, staring at Adrian as he yanked his hand away from Katrina’s, like her touch had burned him.
He started walking toward me, slow and deliberate, the air between us growing heavy, thick with something I couldn’t name. For a split second, I saw it—his wolf, rising to the surface, his eyes flashing with something wild. He was fighting it, trying to push it down. Inside my head, Alexa’s voice chanted, *Mate, mate, mate*, over and over, her excitement ringing through me. But I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, rooted to the spot as he closed the distance.
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