LONDON’S POV
The taste of her lingered on my lips—sweet and electric, like a song stuck on replay because I never wanted it to end. My hands tightened around the steering wheel, the leather creaking under my grip.
I could still feel the ghost of her touch, the way she’d leaned into me, her breath warm against my skin before she kissed me. I hadn’t seen it coming. Not like that. Not so... sure.
But damn, I’d wanted it. Wanted her.
I glanced at the iron gates of the Shadow Moon Pack, still slightly open from her entrance. The moonlight caught the edges, casting long, jagged shadows across the ground. A part of me itched to follow her, to make sure she was okay, to pull her back into the car and drive far away from this place. But I couldn’t. Not yet.
She wasn’t mine to protect
