Estella’s POV
Darius’s wolf was still damn intimidating even when I wasn’t standing in my puny human form in front of him. His silver fur, the powerful body, and those mesmerizing golden eyes kept me in place until my wolf howled and took control from me.
Before I could stop her, she was striding toward him with a joyful yip, circling him, and sniffing him with her tail wagging. To my surprise, his wolf didn’t bare its teeth or try to push her away—it actually lowered its head and rubbed its nose against her neck with a low, approving rumble.
‘I’ve been waiting so long for this, for our mate,’ she purred as she rubbed her body against his much bigger one like she wanted to leave her scent all over him. I watched helplessly because she refused to give me control back and because… part of
