Making my way toward the lower armory, I kept my strides long and even. We had a new shipment of silver-laced blades arriving from the northern border, and checking the inventory was the perfect excuse to leave my suite. Getting out of that room was an absolute necessity. The air in there was far too thick, completely saturated with her scent.
Nora.
Just thinking her name sent a hot spike of adrenaline straight to my c**k. My jaw clenched tight. I shoved my hands deep into my pockets, trying to ignore the heavy throb between my legs. My c**k raged against the rough fabric of my jeans, hard and demanding. It happened every single time I was near her. Sometimes, it happened when I was just thinking about her across the pack house.
Keanu, my wolf, was losing his damn mind. He paced relentl
