Birdie's POV:
I ducked, my hand slammed over my mouth to stifle a cry of surprise. My breath caught in my throat and I stood painfully still, watching what would happen next.
Odin walked into the hallway, his head held high and shoulders haughty. He had a relaxed and self-assured aura about him, like this was his pack. His eyes darted across the hallway, seemingly looking for something. He looked around again, paused and sighed.
I watched him, and I hated myself for how I felt.
The subtle thrum in my chest, our mate bond vibrating alive. My wolf's soft mewl rang out in my head, her voice full of longing and sharp pain. Her mate is here, but our body rings with the pain of his touch. I'm tempted to touch my chest and ease the ache nestled there. But I can't move. I fear that he'll fin
