Kelsey's POV
Marcus's thin lips were pressed tightly together, his jawline sharp as cold steel, and faint golden wolf fur prickled at the side of his neck—an Alpha's instinctive reaction to suppressed emotions.
He glanced sideways at the store manager and said in a voice laced with pine and fir, "You introduce it."
The manager stepped forward eagerly, her voice trembling with excitement as her fingers brushed the mattress fabric, oblivious to the sudden drop in temperature around Marcus.
Standing nearby, I felt the cold from the mall's air conditioner piercing my skin like needles.
Nausea rose in my chest, and the temporary mark on the back of my neck, still healing, began to burn.
My wolf whined uneasily in my mind, its anxiety making my fingers turn white and my breathing turn shal
