The way Varion looked at me, it felt like the air thickened between us, heavy and golden, like sunlight caught in amber. His pale blue eyes flickered with something untamed, something I couldn’t look away from. My pulse raced, betraying me, and I gripped the arm of the chair as if the leather beneath my fingers could anchor me to reality.
He had told me about surrendering himself to his wolf, about the wildness of The Golden Embrace, but all I could think now was that maybe he wasn’t entirely wrong—maybe there was a wolf in him even now, straining against his skin, one who wanted to claim something. Or… someone.
Me.
“You don’t understand,” he said quietly, his voice husky, a dangerous whisper meant for me alone.
“When my wolf is loose, and I surrender myself to him completely, there a
