Owen
I force my legs to move, stomping through the forest until both the medical tent and my tent are out of sight. If I can see the tent where that blond-haired, blue-eyed angel prepared me dinner, I…
I choke down something between a growl and a whimper, digging my nails into the nearest tree trunk, willing the darkness to swallow me whole. My wolf whines in excitement about Amelia, about how she makes us feel. My entire body yearns for her, aching to march right back into that tent and gaze into her sky-blue eyes, to tangle my fingers in her hair, to press my body into hers…
I want her. I need her.
My body trembles with desire for her. With the effort of keeping myself away from her.
I can no longer deny that these are not normal feelings toward a pet. My desire for her… it’s into
