Venessa’s POV
I went to bed that night utterly confused. I had never imagined things would unravel this way between Denzel and me. I’d had a plan clear, deliberate. Save him. Redeem my wolf. Redeem myself. Falling in love had never been part of it.
Yet every time I was near him, butterflies erupted in my stomach, betraying me. I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t feel anything for him but the feelings came anyway, relentless and unstoppable. I noticed everything about him: the way his voice softened when he spoke to me, the quiet intensity in his gaze, the warmth that lingered long after he left. Sometimes, the urge to crawl into his arms and stay there forever was so strong it hurt.
What happened in the woods had been pulled straight from my deepest fantasy. I wished more than I car
