Emrys POV
Diara Sinclair was consuming my mind lately. I thought of her more often than I could admit. Her fragrance was driving me crazy, and my lycan was calling out to her, to her very soul. Her eyes looked as if they were fashioned from the sun, her ebony curls so beautiful, and her delicate face wore a smile only when our eyes met, so sweet it took my breath away.
Every time I looked at her, something within me bloomed. I felt it the day I laid eyes on her while standing on the balcony, watching her as she looked around, awestruck. This feeling for her grew within me like a seed, getting bigger every day. I didn't know how to stop it, and it was driving me insane. She belonged to my best friend, a man who was like a brother to me, my companion for five hundred years. But now,
