Callum's POV
Kira was clearly burning up from the knockout gas, her body overheated and oversensitive from the chemical agent. But her eyes stayed crystal clear and determined, refusing to surrender to desire even a fraction.
She'd grabbed my wrist with surprising strength despite her compromised state, her fingers finding my pulse point with the precision of someone trained in combat pressure points.
Her wolf was present just beneath the surface, I could see it in her eyes, smell it in her scent but she maintained control despite the drug flooding her system.
I couldn't look away from her face. My wolf was responding to her in ways I hadn't experienced before, something inside me slowly shifting in recognition.
After a long moment, I smiled. "Alright, Ms. Vance. I'll take you whereve
