After that passionate night in the woods with Damian, I could still feel him inside me.
His touch. His scent. The low growl in his throat when our bodies finally met. Not just physically—but emotionally. In every stolen breath, every racing heartbeat. He had left something behind. A mark on my soul. A permanent, raw ache that flared when I was alone and echoed through my wolf, Lyra.
She felt it too. The bond. The shift. The way everything between us had changed.
And now, I couldn’t even look at him without my face heating up and my stomach twisting into impossible knots. Every time I caught sight of him walking through the training field or lingering outside the pack house, my heart would slam against my ribs like it wanted to escape. I’d look away too fast, pretend I didn’t notice him,
