Caleb's POV:
The moment her hand slipped into mine, my breath froze. Her fingers were small, soft, warm…and mine closed around them before I could stop myself.
Her skin was warm and small against my cold palms, and my wolf lifted his head like someone had dropped blood into water.
"She feels like she belong here in our world." Black closed his eyes languishly, his touch healing him in ways I hadn't been able to. After Amelia left, even though she was not his true mate, he was hurt, sad. More than I was.
"But it shouldn't be... should it?"
"I don't know. I want to know more about her..." Black confessed, his eyes open.
Her fingers curled just the slightest bit tighter, barely a movement, but enough to send a pulse of heat up my arm.
I swallowed. Hard.
I pressed my other hand over he
