Mara’s POV
The hand that caught me was strong, urgent, and warm against my skin. I gasped and nearly screamed before a palm clamped gently but firmly over my mouth. My back hit a solid chest, the heat of his body swallowing mine, and I knew instantly who it was before my mind could even process it.
Dresden.
His scent—earth and storm and something that always curled at the edges of my sanity—wrapped around me, far too familiar. My entire body betrayed me, melting for one heartbeat before my anger roared back to life.
“Stay still,” he whispered into my ear, his voice low and commanding, more growl than words. The vibrations ran down my spine and I hated that I shivered at the sound.
Footsteps echoed at the mouth of the cave. Voices—two young wolves, laughing and arguing about hunting pa
