Gideon’s POV
At first it was warm. A low thrum beneath my skin, creeping through my veins like the soft glow of a fire in a hearth. Manageable. Almost ignorable.
I thought it was exhaustion. Too many sleepless nights. Many hours of sitting in the office looking through the lists and files, changing the staff from corrupt to loyal workers.
But then the warmth increased as I started to feel hot.
It wasn’t exhaustion. It wasn’t the burn of my wolf preparing for battle. This was not a normal heat, it was insidious, coiling and going through the places no natural fire will go.
My throat went dry, my chest constricted. I pressed a hand against the desk, willing the room to stop spinning. My face grew hot, too hot, as if someone had pressed me against the forge itself.
That sweetness linger
