I waited as Adam slipped on his pants, remembering how he had mentioned that the wolves scattered clothing throughout the forest for moments like this—when they shifted back to human form. It was a simple yet practical habit of their kind.
"I'm done," he announced as he emerged from behind a tree. I turned to look at him, and for a moment, I nearly forgot the anger simmering inside me over his so-called destined mate. Only my mate—my undeniably handsome and irresistibly magnetic mate—could make me momentarily set aside my rage.
I arched a brow as I let my gaze drift over his well-defined form. How long had it been since I last saw him like this?
"You're staring, sweetheart," he teased, his smirk evident as he approached me at an unhurried pace.
I didn't bother waiting for him to close
