Emmanuelle was wholly fascinated by the appearance of the wolf. Her beloved was in front of her, yet it was not really him.
The atmosphere had changed entirely, and she felt something much more primal being born in her.
It was as if the wolf's presence had awakened her instincts, and the world made more sense. It was as if all the problems of everyday life had been swept away with a wave of a hand, and there, at that very moment, he was the missing piece for her world to be complete finally.
"My beloved, your eyes..." murmured Emmanuelle while raising a hand to caress him on the cheek.
Her eyes widened as a purr left Harry's chest. He had tilted his head so that his face was more in contact with the soft, delicate palm of his Mate. He savored every thrill that the direct contact with h
