Kira's POV
My human brain is drowning, and I don't give a s**t.
Everything that makes me *me* - my thoughts, my fears, my stupid worries about board meetings and corporate takeovers - it's all melting away like ice in hot water. What's left is pure wolf, pure instinct, pure *need* for the man whose soul is wrapping around mine like we're two pieces of the same puzzle finally clicking together.
Damon's wolf is inside my head, and mine is inside his, and it should be terrifying but instead it's like coming home after being lost for years.
"Kira," he whispers, but his voice sounds like it's coming from underwater. "Can you feel that?"
I can feel everything. His pain from the gunshot wounds, but also how they're healing as our bond gets stronger. His exhaustion, his fear, his love so fier
