The Wolf's Call (Book 1)
Then he dips his head, so close I feel his lips graze my cheek when he whispers, “We’ll see.”
Something shatters in my chest—lust, rage, fear, all tangled together. My body screams to stay, to lean into him, but I force myself back, shoving air between us like it’s my last defense.
“No,” I whisper, half to him, half to myself. Then louder, steadier: “Stay the hell away from me.”
Before he can respond, before I can cave, I turn on my heel and walk away, out of the library. My legs tremble, my hands shake, but I don’t stop.
Bab Populer