The kiss was deep, claiming and hot. Freya held still, letting him lead it. She kissed him back with the imagination that it was Torin before her.
His hands slid down to her hips, gripping her tightly, lifting her up and placing her onto the bed. Her body sank into the soft furs, but the comfort felt like a lie.
Silas came down over her, pressing kisses along her collarbone, breathing ragged now. The bond between them pulsed like a second heartbeat. The magic around them shimmered, curling tighter, pulling at their wolves.
And that was when it began.
A low growl curled from Freya’s body. It started deep, so deep it vibrated through Freya’s bones.
It was her wolf. Her body jerked.
Silas immediately stopped mid-kiss, his head rising as he heard it.
“Are you okay?” He asked amidst rag
