Before I could even lie down beside her, I felt it—an overwhelming shift inside me. My senses sharpened. Sounds became clearer, like I could hear the wind tracing its fingers across the glass windows. The moonlight spilling through the curtains seemed brighter, each shadow more defined. My body hummed with something primal and unrestrained.
Was it because of the completed mate bond? Or was it because of what I truly am—a golden wolf, a rarity so guarded it had almost become a myth?
I didn’t know. I only knew one thing: I was burning for her.
Behind her, I mumbled incoherently, trying to ground myself, trying to process this surge of power and longing.
She turned toward me slowly, like she felt the change too. Her eyes, still half-lidded from earlier pleasure, found mine.
She moaned. S
