Skye’s POV
He took a few steps forward, slow and purposeful, until we were only an arm’s length apart. Close enough that I could feel the shift in the air, like it had thickened between us.
My wolf stirred violently inside me. She was a storm beneath my skin, clawing at the inside of my ribs, begging me to close the distance. Desperate to touch him. To surrender. To submit. The word made my human self flinch, but my wolf? She howled for it. For him.
My cheeks were burning, my lips slightly parted, and I could feel the weight of my own heartbeat slamming against my ribs like a drum of war.
I hated it.
I hated how easily he could unravel me without even trying. I hated how just standing in front of him made my knees feel weak. How my body betrayed me with every breath.
And then, he sai
