Rayna POV
That was it.
He kissed me. He kissed me like he meant it - like my mouth was the last thing standing between him and starving to death - and then… walked away. Again.
My palms curled into fists so tight my claws pricked through skin. The heat under my skin wasn’t just anger - it was molten, wild, the kind that only my wolf could stir.
“Oh, hell no,” I growled .
The sound that came out wasn’t fully human. It rumbled, low and dangerous, vibrating through my chest like a warning to prey. Or maybe to him.
My wolf’s voice slithered up the back of my mind, sharp and furious. "Enough."
I was already moving before I’d made the decision. Barefoot, silent, my body humming with energy as I followed his scent - fresh pine, smoke, and that warm, maddeningly male note that lived somewhe
