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Her scent had started to fade, but it still lingered. I didn't realize I would miss her—her presence had become so addicting even though it had only been a few days. I couldn't help wanting her with me every day. The wound in my ribs had healed significantly, but I wanted more time with her, wanted to be greedy and feel her touch. I had rejected the bond; that should have meant it affected me less. It should have been easy to resist her. But it didn't stop me from wanting her. Maybe it was lust, maybe something more. I couldn't pick a point.
Two days since her heat. Two days since she left. My wolf hadn’t stopped whining. It is desired.
I sat myself upright when she came in. Zara moved quietly, clutching a bundle of clean bandages. She looked smaller than she had any right to b
