Zane's wolf growls steadily the longer he stares at Astrid’s unmoving body. Her chest rises and falls and he is sure she is alive, but her eyes are still closed like they had been for the last hour.
He shuffles awkwardly as he tries to ignore the sweet scent emanating from her body. His heart thumps steadily as his eyes rummage her body like an eager tourist. His throat constricts as his eyes reach her chest that rises. Suddenly, his face is hot and he looks away.
“What's wrong with me?” He whispers to himself in confusion.
“Mine!” His wolf growls and leaps around in his mind, urging him to touch her. His skin contracts as an awkward feeling of consciousness envelopes him.
“Calm down, what is wrong with you?” He argues internally with his wolf as he tries to calm him down.
“Take her,
