Darius' POV
As her warm hand cupped my cheek, my breath hitched. I couldn’t look away from her eyes—those deep, glowing blue irises that seemed to pull me in like a tide.
But that glow… it meant something. It meant her wolf was awake, stirring inside her, maybe even taking control.
Before I could fully understand what was happening, Sara leaned in. Her lips pressed softly against mine—warm, gentle, and yet, something about it sent a cold shiver racing down my spine.
My heart pounded. My eyes widened in pure shock.
No. This wasn’t right.
Without thinking, I reached up, my hand landing on her shoulder. I pushed her back, not rough but firm enough to break the kiss. My breathing was uneven, my chest rising and falling fast.
“What’s wrong with you, Sara?” My voice was sharper
