SERAPHINA
I slam my chamber door behind me and lean against it, my hands shaking. I can still see it. Every detail burned into my brain like someone branded it there.
Heat floods through me at the memory, and I hate myself for it.
His wolf was magnificent. All that raw power and lethal grace. And then watching him shift back, watching his body reform, all those muscles and scars on display—
"Stop," I mutter, pushing off the door. "Stop thinking about it."
But I can't. My traitorous mind keeps replaying the moments.
Luna stirs restlessly. "We should have stayed and gone to lunch with them."
"Absolutely not." I push off the door and pace to the window. "I can barely think straight around him as it is."
"Because you're fighting what we both want."
"What we want doesn't matter." I p
