“What happened to dating, to getting to know each other?” she asked. “You’ve decided to pick fights and throw caution to the wind instead?”
“You’ve managed to keep your distance, no different than before. I’m only human, Heather.”
“But you’re not, are you?”
He looked different than she remembered—jaded, harder.
“No, I’m not, and it’s not so easy keeping my wolf at bay,” he said.
She stood up and paced back and forth in front of him. This was all her doing. She was going against how many centuries of tradition?
The mating call was no joke, even though she felt it with every beat of her heart. Now she was destroying a perfectly good male because she was messed up in the head.
“Then maybe you should let your wolf guide the way.”
He rose to his feet, towering over her. She glanced at
