Darien
The moment I stepped into the hallway, my feral nature roared to the surface.
Mine. Claim. Mate. MINE.
The beast inside me was taking over. It consumed me, filling every thought with primal need. Leah’s scent called to me through the door, sweet and intoxicating and made infinitely more potent by her heat.
I pressed my back against the wall, my claws digging into the side. Every instinct screamed at me to go back in there. To claim what was mine. To complete the bond that had been pulling at us.
My mate was in pain. In need. And I was standing out here doing nothing. Because I couldn’t.
No. I gritted my teeth, forcing my lycan back. Not like this. Not when she couldn’t think clearly. Not when her body was overriding her mind.
“Get it together.” I growled the word aloud, using
