The moment Calla stepped into Adrian’s private suite, the air shifted. Something ancient stirred between them. Something inevitable.
She felt it in her blood—hot, urgent, magnetic. He felt it too — she could see it in the way he stiffened, gaze snapping to hers, pupils widening until only the faint ring of gold remained.
He wasn’t just looking at her. He was claiming her with his eyes. “Calla,” he said softly, like her name hurt to speak. “You shouldn’t be here when I’m like this.”
“Like what?” she asked breathlessly. “On the edge,” he growled. “Half man, half wolf. I can feel the shift under my skin.”
She stepped closer. The ring on her finger warmed. “You won’t hurt me.”
He backed up a single step, chest rising sharply. “No,” he rasped, “I won’t. But I might… take you.”
Her pulse s
