Eight
DEARIL POV.
The soft skin draped over my shoulders warmed my skin, her pheromones wrapping around my heart with vice. It made me angry and calm, all at the f*****g same time. My wolf was definitely enamored with her or was it me? It was hard to tell, but that was the only way I could explain what had happened earlier.
I still couldn't believe it, but I'd morphed into a man without my wolf tearing me apart, or me killing my brother and my father. I had been able to pause despite the blood lust that coursed through my veins.
It was f****d up, and I couldn't explain why my wolf wasn't snapping in anger as usual. He hadn't even wanted to hurt the girl after she'd stabbed him. There was something about her and as I dropped her onto the bed, I couldn't help but take in every outl
