Skye’s POV
Damian’s voice echoed in my head like a thunderclap I couldn’t silence. The words looped over and over, wrapping around me like an invisible leash I didn’t know if I wanted to slip or tighten.
The way he said it sent tingles racing down my spine. Not fear. Not exactly. But something sharper. Something that made my stomach twist and my chest feel too tight.
My wolf was still restless from earlier, prowling inside me like she’d tasted something she didn’t know how to let go of. Every time I thought of his breath against my skin, of that soft touch and the way he marked me, she would let out a low growl of anticipation. A hunger. A need.
Calm down, I told her. This isn’t the time, Lyra.
But she didn’t listen. She never did where Damian was concerned. She was ready to pounce on
