Vittoria's POV
I can only hope that I did the right thing. Different thoughts were swarming inside my mind while we were running to the witches' lair. At least they distracted me from the sensations the closeness to my mate brings. He insisted on carrying me on his back once again. He said it would take longer if I ran on my own.
I didn't want to insist for fear that he might ask me to shift into my wolf.
He ran fast while I was just enjoying the cold rush of wind against my skin. He only stopped when we got past the kingdom's border. He let me walk on my own. I suddenly felt empty now that he was apart from me. I bit my lip to stop myself from begging him to hold me again.
"Follow me," I told him instead.
Now that I wasn't held hostage by his scent anymore, I can think more clearly.
