*Miranda’s POV*
Looking at him took my breath away. His bulging muscles glistened with fresh sweat from our run. Veins protruded from his forearms, and his hair was mussed in an incredibly sexy way. George’s eyes still glowed with the colour of his wolf’s as our two beasts clung to the connection they had from running together. How was I supposed to keep my wits about me when this gorgeous beast of a man stood completely naked before me? My wolf was begging to be with her mate, and her insistent whining was driving me mad. Concentrate, Miranda!
“The place back there... the pack house... that is not my home, not in the way it matters. I grew up there, and if I had a choice, I’d walk away from it forever.” He put his hand to my cheek, and I leaned into his touch. Sparks from our bond, ign
