Sloane's POV
But what exactly was it?
I still didn't know.
We had run wild for a while, letting Vanya adjust to her new, stronger, more agile body. Eventually, she returned to the spring.
She affectionately licked Epoch's face, nuzzling her glowing golden head against his sun-bronzed skin with reverent gratitude.
And then... I felt it.
A fire rising from deep within her.
Oh no.
The stronger the wolf, the sharper her senses—especially when it came to her Mate.
Every breath Vanya took against Epoch's skin made her dizzy, drunk on him, like a lovesick wolf overdosing on lover's herb—intoxicating, overwhelming.
Every trace of maple in his scent, every steady beat of his heart, drove her wild.
Panicking, I wrestled control back before it went too far. I couldn't let this turn into so
