“I have something for you.” He wanted to give her his gift before the darkness took control.
The power of the full moon already flowed through his veins. He had to force his fangs not to peek through as his wolf clawed to get free. His urge to f**k, to mate, was becoming harder to contain.
She turned around to face him. He took her hand and placed the emerald in her palm, then closed her fingers.
“What is it?”
When he let go, she looked down and held the emerald up to the light in the sky. “Oh my God, Caleb. Is this for real?”
“Women like jewels, right? This one’s perfect for you.” Then he whispered, “It matches your eyes.”
The intimacy sparked in the air. “It’s an emerald.”
“Don’t you like it?” It was hard for him to gauge her reactions.
Human emotions and customs were still a bi
