ADINNA’S POV
The air between us feels electric, and the sound of my heartbeat fills the training room, pounding in my ears really loudly.
Hunter looks at me like he’s trying to solve a puzzle that refuses to fit together. His jaw is tight, his eyes sharp and restless, the faint gold of his wolf flashing behind them. I can feel that same pull again, the same unbearable thread that ties my heartbeat to his, that hums beneath my skin like it’s alive.
“Adinna,” he says, voice rough and low. “Stop pretending.”
I stiffen. “Pretending about what?”
He takes a step closer. The scent of him hits me and it steals the air from my lungs.
He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he watches me like he’s waiting for me to crumble. Then he says, quieter now, “You can feel it too.”
The words hit me har
