EMORY'S POV
For an entire week on this private island, Geller and I had all the time in the world to let our bond grow stronger. On our last night, as we took a leisurely evening walk along the shore, we decided to give our wolves some time to themselves.
We moved toward the woody part of the island, the soft rustle of the trees greeting us as we stepped deeper into the forest. I hadn’t even had time to remove my clothing when my wolf surged to the forefront, excited to see her mate. Geller’s wolf, equally eager, stood opposite me, his onyx eyes gleaming in the dark, watching me intensely.
Then, without warning, Geller’s wolf took off, his powerful body disappearing into the trees. I didn’t hesitate—I was right on his tail, matching his pace as my muscles rippled, propelling me forward.
