Third Person's POV
Theodore's hand moved instinctively along Vanya's waist. The fabric was thin, almost transparent. The warmth of his palm, mixed with his unique Alpha scent of fir and cedar, wrapped around her wrist.
It was the innate desire of a mate. His wolf whined deep inside, desperate to pull her into his arms.
With a final pull, he held her close against his chest.
His body heat radiated through their clothes, still carrying the faint echo of his wolf's aura. Vanya's defenses instinctively dropped.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her voice trembled. "What are you... what are you doing?"
"Taking you to rest." Theodore's throat bobbed. He was fighting the rising primal urge of his wolf.
His wolf was restless, bumping against his consciousness. It yearned to lick her hai
