Amanda POV
His scent hit me like a train.
Goosebumps all up my arms and shivers down my spine.
Heat pooling between my legs.
He was here—the one, the goddess, made for me.
As I looked up into his eyes, it was his power that nearly brought me to the ground.
I may be young, but everyone who meets me tells me I’m wise beyond my years.
Being a healer does that to you. When you can see the brink of life and death in so many patients, it matures you in ways you wish you hadn’t been.
As I looked at him, I knew that his path had been a hard one. He, too, was an old soul in a young man’s body and holy cow, what a body it was.
I was salivating, looking down at his hard pecks washboard abs for days. Arms the size of my whole upper body.
He was big, even for a wolf.
His eyes flas
