Chapter Ten
Zane’s POV
The soft, helpless moan tore through the quiet room like lightning, hitting me straight in the gut.
My hands locked on the heavy fabric of her hoodie mid-pull. Her skin was scorching, a sweet, intoxicating heat radiating off her in waves, but beneath it, I could feel the violent, uncontrollable shivering racking her frame.
Her full, bare breasts rested inches from my hands, rising and falling with her shallow, ragged hitches of breath. I forced my eyes strictly up to her face, gritting my teeth so hard my jaw ached.
It wasn't a normal fever. I knew the signs. Her wolf was waking up early, coaxed out of its sleep two months ahead of schedule by the sheer proximity of my aura. Left unchecked, a premature wolf-fever in an unshifted girl would cook her brain and bur
