My heart races at Chase's words, his breath heavy on my face. I don't dare to look him directly in the eyes. I cast my gaze toward the floor, begging my breathing to calm down. I steady myself and ask a question I'm not prepared to hear the answer to.
"What exactly do you mean by that, Chase?"
He slips a hand under my chin, forcing me to look at him. His expression is even and firm.
"You know what I mean, Meli."
I swat his hand away, only for it to come down hard on the counter again, continuing to trap me. I run my hands through my hair in frustration. Nothing he says makes any sense, but part of me knows what he's hinting at. I think back to when we met, the way our wolves interacted during sparring last night. He's right, my wolf only surfaces when he's close to me, and there are o
