AMELIA POV
Mark and Noah stood over the last surviving wolf.
I had been trying to keep up with what was going on, but it was hard when my mind and body were screaming for Noah.
I jumped down from the tree, hugging myself to keep the chill off me.
Meeting Noah’s stormy gaze, I felt every bit the broken little girl without a wolf that I’d always been.
I’m not sure what Noah got from my eyes and face, but his gaze softened.
“I need to contact my father.” he said and walked off.
Watching his massive frame move away, my heart hurt.
It was the way he brushed my cheek back in the tree; my body was screaming to follow him and get more of those soft touches!
My hand went to my cheek to feel the lingering sparks like they were still there. But without Noah, it was just my cheek.
My
