Talia awoke to the sensation of floating.
She was being carried—held tight against something solid, warm, and sinfully intoxicating. The scent wrapped around her like a drug: rain, night air, deep earth, and power. It made her dizzy.
Her wolf stirred.
Just a flicker.
Kaela? Talia reached inward, hopeful.
Nothing.
She shifted instinctively toward the warmth—and froze.
Her face was pressed flush against a chest.
Not just any chest.
Hard. Broad. Unmistakably male. A defined muscle beneath the skin radiates heat. Pectorals sculpted like something carved for worship, not practicality.
Oh goddess.
She stiffened.
Her eyes flew open.
Blue.
Stunning, crystal-clear blue eyes collided with hers—so close she could see flecks of silver. The most beautiful man she had ever seen was cradlin
