Dravina POV
“I was rushing home to you, Dravina,” Malrik said, his voice thick with a blend of yearning and frustration.
The words wrapped around me like a tether, heavy with truth but it was the sudden flicker of his wolf in his eyes that stole the breath from my lungs. That gleam wild, magnetic rooted me in place.
“You didn’t miss me?” he asked, his tone dipping low, rough and laced with provocation.
I parted my lips to answer, but nothing came out. My throat was dry, my voice swallowed by the sheer heat of his gaze. I shook my head, even though we both knew the lie it was.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me? To my wolf?” he growled, his voice now barely more than a dark rasp. I shook my head again, helpless against the tension building between us, my chest rising and falling i
