Gillian P.O.V.
There was something different about tonight. Not the usual anticipation of a full moon run with new she-wolves. I had one thought in my mind. Will Camila be my mate? Otto and I had been fighting to control ourselves all week. Never had we been so tempted. We’ve always been able to control our urges. Mom had always told us how sacred and important the mate bond was. Even though we were almost 27 now, we had never relented. Camila was different. She evoked so much in us. I tried to explain it away. She was exotic. Her soft voice with that thick accent sent shivers down my body. Just thinking about it was giving me a semi.
We’d gotten close. So close. I thought as I remembered the way we’d found ourselves in my room yesterday after the attack, letting our bodies say what ou
