Despite all that, she looks beautiful. There is something ethereal about Aisha. She looks like some tragic beauty, an unwavering figure unbending in the worst of storms. She is enough to stir the heart.
I blink, and suddenly, she's just an ordinary wolf shifter sitting on a park bench.
"Cut it out," I mutter to myself. But I find it strange how weak her pheromones are. Even in this weakened state, they're still forcing me to use every ounce of self-control.
This is a mistake.
If she leaves the college, then I won't be exposed to those pheromones. Too much exposure isn't good for me, not if I don't want to drag her into my bed. No, this is for the best. She'll figure something else out.
I take a step and see a small boy run towards her. Aisha's moody expression shifts, and a smile brea
