Third Person's POV
Russell held Zoey tightly, feeling her even breathing, yet his heart was a tangled mess of confusion.
The unique mate scent emanating from Zoey continually teased his werewolf instincts and desires.
His inner wolf was restless and agitated, growling deep in his chest, urging him to succumb to his primal urges.
Once Zoey was fast asleep, Russell gently slipped his arm out and hurried into the bathroom with hurried steps.
He turned on the faucet, letting the cold water pour down, attempting to douse the raging heat spreading like wildfire in his heart.
However, the heat seemed to have taken root in his core, refusing to dissipate.
"Calm down!" Russell bellowed inwardly at his wolf, "She's not ready. We can't do this."
The wolf retorted discontentedly, "She's our ma
