Five
I try to stay composed while Mark packs.
“Don’t worry, Estela. Everything will be fine,” he reassures me.
His eyes roam over my body. My anger fades into an unsettling vulnerability, seduced by his words and perfectly defined muscles.
His jeans are so tight I could swear I notice something underneath; his beige shirt molds to his body and leaves me breathless.
“Grayson sent me the address. Her name is Celine. She’s waiting for us.”
I only smile and swallow hard.
“I felt something break inside me,” I whisper as I get into the car. “My wolf skin… it was black.”