I couldn't stop thinking about it—what happened in the pool. The way Jeremiah touched me, the heat of his body against mine, the primal need I felt... it was like nothing I’d ever experienced. My wolf had gone wild, begging for more of him, and even now, it was hard to think straight. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel him, smell him, hear his growl in my ear. The bond between us was impossible to ignore, and my wolf… she craved him. She wanted her mate, and she didn’t care about the hatred in his eyes or the rage I felt pulsing through him.
It was driving me insane.
I tried to focus, tried to shake off the heat building in my body. My heart pounded in my chest, and I gritted my teeth, fighting against the overwhelming pull of the mate bond. But it was like fighting a losing battl
