His hands felt like branding irons against my frozen skin. The suffocating chill Malakai had left in my marrow clashed violently with the roaring wildfire of Finn’s touch, sending a sickening jolt of shock straight through my nervous system.
"Selina! Talk to me!" Finn’s voice was a ragged, guttural bark, stripped of the cool enforcer facade. He hauled me against his bare chest, his heart hammering against his ribs like a frantic war drum. The scent of cedar, rain, and sheer, unadulterated terror poured off him in waves.
My wolf whimpered, desperately trying to burrow into his warmth, craving the safety of our mate. Mine. He is safe. Let him in, she pleaded, fighting against the ice in my veins.
But my human mind was screaming. I looked up into his golden eyes, and all I could see were t
