Seraphina
His strong arms wrapped around me, possessive and desperate, before I even had time to think.
I froze.
Not from fear, but from something far more dangerous. I had never—never—been held like this by a man. Not with this much fire. Not with this much urgency, as if he’d clawed his way through hell just to find me. Just to touch me.
His scent—masculine, laced with sweat and a faint trace of smoke—clung to me like a second skin, invading my senses until my entire body went limp in his embrace. His breathing was erratic, crashing against my ear like thunder. His heart wasn’t just pounding—it slammed against his chest, and with every beat, his grip tightened around me as if letting go might undo him completely.
And my wolf, Phina, went still.
Just…still.
All of her instincts, he
