“Amelia!” Aiden called while walking behind her, but she refused to turn.
“Amelia…” he called again, this time his hand reached out, closing gently but firmly around hers. He spun her toward him, and their bodies collided. The rush of contact sent an electric jolt shooting through her, sharp and undeniable.
Their gazes locked. His brown eyes bored into hers, filled with a storm of emotions, pain, longing, regret. She felt her wolf stir violently, restless inside her, as if answering to his presence.
His scent enveloped her, familiar and maddening, making her chest tighten. Her heart hammered against her ribs, her breath coming in quick, an uneven bursts. He saw it all, the tremor in her lips and the heat in her eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice low and ragged, carrying
