BOOK TWO
**Midwinter, Five and a Half Years Ago***
I moan, wrapping my arms fast around Auden’s neck, sloshing what’s left of my whiskey over his shoulder as he kisses me in the empty guard shack where we’re all alone on Midwinter night. But he doesn’t notice the whiskey soaking his shirt – or if he does, he clearly doesn’t give a damn –
Instead, he wraps one arm tight around me, his other hand pressing tight to my lower back, pulling me closer against him –
I give into it with abandon, my wolf howling her head off with want, kissing this man – this stranger – for all that I’m worth –
At some point our cups drop to the floor but neither of us notice – I honestly don’t think I can hear anything with the sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Auden’s mouth on mine has me all frantic
