KNOX’S POV
I smell him on her from ten feet away and my vision goes gold before she rounds the corner.
She’s walking home from campus in the dark with her bag over one shoulder and her hair still messed up from being pressed against a desk – I know this because the bond has been sending me data for the last hour that translates roughly to elevated pulse, arousal spike, arousal spike, arousal spike, PEAK, and then the slow descent of a body coming down from something my hands didn’t give her, and the entire time I’ve been standing in the alley between the humanities building and the parking structure with my claws itching at my fingertips and my wolf tearing at the inside of my chest like something caged.
She doesn’t see me until I step out of the shadow.
Her heartbeat spikes – the bond
