Ivory's POV
The air felt thick, choking out me with each breath I took. Rolf's extraordinary look bore into me, stripping away every layer of protection I had so painstakingly developed around my heart. His touch, electric and inebriating, left a path of fire on my skin, lighting a passionate longing inside me that I battled frantically to douse.
Celene's whining reverberated through my psyche, a steady indication of the unrest seething inside me. My wolf longed for our mate, hankering his love and acknowledgment, however the human piece of me pulled back in dread and culpability.
How is it that I could try and consider being with the one who had taken my dad's life, regardless of how in a roundabout way? "Ivory," Rolf's voice was low, very nearly a snarl, sending shudders dashing dow
