Ryder’s POV
I couldn’t hold back the desires anymore. My wolf was howling inside me, relentless, craving her, needing her. It was as though my soul was tethered to hers, pulled inextricably, a bond that both terrified and exhilarated me.
The way her scent hit me when I was near her—it was intoxicating, a mixture of sweetness and something untamed. It drove me wild, igniting a fire deep inside that I couldn’t douse. The more I tried to resist, the stronger the pull became, until there was no escaping it.
I had spent weeks convincing myself that I could control it. That I could push her away, maintain some semblance of distance between us, because deep down, I feared what giving into this would mean. But no more. My control was slipping through my fingers, and there was nothing I could do
