Eran POV
I marched toward the female the moment her presence fully registered, the pull in my chest tightening until it burned. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t romantic. It was raw, instinctive and impossible to ignore. My wolf surged forward, restless, demanding recognition. Every step I took toward her felt inevitable, like I had been walking toward this moment long before I understood it.
She was curled in on herself, trembling, eyes unfocused, her scent faint but unmistakable. Mate. The word echoed in my head, loud and demanding. The room faded until all I saw was her.
Then something slammed into my back.
Arms wrapped around my shoulders, nails digging in through my clothes and the weight clinging to me with reckless desperation. The suddenness of it sent a snarl ripping from my throat
