Madeline's pov
Hunter had been gone for three days for three long days.
I told myself it shouldn’t matter. It wasn’t as if we were friends. If anything, he was the last person I should be thinking about. He was a werewolf hunter after all. He is a man who has spent his life tracking and killing my kind.
And yet… I could not stop my thoughts from drifting towards him.
I stood outside the cabin, listening to the rustle of leaves as the wind whispered through the pine trees while the cold morning breeze sent chills down my spine.
Suddenly my wolf stirred faintly inside me, restless.
Ever since my first shift in front of Hunter, things have changed. The bond between my human mind and the wolf inside me was no longer silent. I could feel her, but I couldn't seem to communicate or control
