Dakota
Zane politely threw us out of the room to be with his mate. I understand the pull. All I thought about while away from Zane was when I would see Zane again. He is trying to be considerate due to my recent entrapment. I can understand the reason, but I am trying to avoid him for another reason. I am concerned my blood lust will cause me to hurt him. I know he can heal as a werewolf, but no one recovers from being drained of blood, not even a werewolf. So I can’t help but be a little bitter. I never faced blood lust until that stupid Alpha thought I was a witch and wouldn’t listen when I told him otherwise.
I am following Zane down a hall. I am still determining where we are going. But when we reach the other end of the hall, and he opens a door, I know I am screwed. Maybe
