Damien POV
Waking up beside her that morning her beautiful face soft with sleep, the memory of her satin-smooth, slender body curled against mine hit me harder than any blow I’ve taken in battle. It made me realize, with a sharp and unwelcome clarity, that I was starting to feel something for her. Something real. Something dangerous.
Her scent had changed since that night too. I noticed it more each day sweet cherry blossom threaded with the faint bite of sea salt. Addictive. Impossible to forget.
I never brought up that night. Hell, I didn’t know how. Every time we were alone, the words hovered on my tongue, but too much time had passed, and the moment had slipped away. And I couldn’t touch another she-wolf after her. No matter who threw themselves at me, I felt nothing. My body refuse
