Emily's perspective:
My ear presses against Grant's roaring chest as he sleeps away the exhaustion of the day, especially the electric finale of our fateful soiree. It wasn't our first time fooling around-–to be overcome by our fated passion—but I am certain that this time was different than the others. I know it was for me.
Tonight was not only the result of an intoxicating pull outside of our own will; it was unlike anything I've ever shared with anyone or ever imagined I could share with any shifter I've met in my life. I'm almost afraid to say it, not because it's cheesy or because I just thought such things were romantic bullsh*t made up by people seeking to play on the emotions of lonely women. I'm almost afraid to say what I know is true because I think that the moment the words
