Luka’s POV
I was holding her by the waist and the shadows from the lights around illuminated her face. Her strawberry-colored hair shimmered. I wanted to hold them badly. Why did I feel like that? I have never felt this kind of yearning inside of me, even when I was bonded by the wolf mating tradition towards my dead wife.
Shrugging the thoughts off my mind, I held her closer, and watched as she tucked her hair behind her ears. I noticed how plump her face became. Her skin color looked better but the scar under her eyes had not totally disappeared.
“What are you doing, Luka? She is a slut for god's sake!” I said to myself, releasing her from my grip.
I noticed the tension that rose. I am sure she was feeling the same way about me, but who was I? The same man that locked her up never
