JASON
I forced myself to step back, drag in a breath, and remind myself this was training. She wanted to learn control, to get her wolf to listen, and I was supposed to be the guy teaching her. Except every time I opened my mouth, my eyes went straight to the sway of her hips or the way the sunlight caught in her curls, and my brain went feral.
“Alright,” I said, cracking my knuckles like it would make me look serious. “Let’s continue with basics. Close your eyes. Feel your wolf.”
She gave me this look like I’d just told her to do interpretive dance in front of the cafeteria. “That’s the instruction? Feel your wolf?”
“Hey,” I said, smirking, “don’t mock the process.”
“I’m not mocking,” she argued, though her lips twitched. “I’m just saying if you told Reed to ‘feel his wolf,’ he’d pr
