Lionel's POV
Camellia's eyes caught the light in the hallway, glowing like amber—like a scared little wolf pup's.
I swallowed hard, my neck glands throbbing. Leroy, my wolf, was going nuts in the back of my mind, clawing at the walls.
He wanted to touch her—our true mate.
The smell of disinfectant was everywhere, but her lychee-rose scent cut through it, sharp and sweet. It was almost enough to make me forget the stupid rules keeping us apart.
"My back," I said, my voice rough.
"Oh my God," she whispered, her voice shaky, that soft tremble in it that always got to me.
When her fingers almost brushed my shirt, I caught her scent in my blood, and every muscle in my body locked up.
My fangs dug into my gums, and I tasted blood.
I turned away, the burn on my shoulder blade under my bl
