REINER
I swore to the Goddess, that girl was going to be the death of me.
It was taking me all I had to not just … give in to my wolf and my desires and just mate her right there and then. She just looked so beautiful, so innocent between my arms, and her scent, despite being washed down by the drugs, was so tantalizing, so inviting, it made resisting her almost impossible.
Thankfully, though, I was not completely an animal.
Becky might have been one, if not the strongest female in my pack, and one of the best warriors I knew, but at that moment, she was none of that. She was an eighteen-year-old woman who’d just gone through her first heat, a snapping mating bond, and an overdose – not to mention an awful fight with her best friend which had made my sister leave the room in tears.
