Primal Instincts
The forest erupted into chaos as Harry's wolf form burst into action. I'd seen plenty of werewolf transformations before, but never one this fast. One moment he was human, the next a massive wolf the size of a bear stood where he had been.
I couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration. As a rogue wolf, I'd always prided myself on my independence, but there was something impressive about the raw power Harry exuded. Not that I'd ever admit that to him.
His fur was a deep, rich brown, almost black in the moonlight. Those eyes, though – they glowed with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. I knew that look. It was the primal rage of a wolf protecting its mate.
Mate. The word echoed in my head, stirring up feelings I'd rather ignore. Sure, Harry might be my so-c
