His hand touched her cheek, and Fiona's world exploded.
The mate bond flared to life like a wildfire, searing through every nerve in her body. She
gasped, her knees going weak, and Prince Callum's other hand came up to steady her,
his palm warm against her waist.
And Sinead roared.
The she-wolf surged upward with a force that stole Fiona's breath, demanding control,
demanding to be let out. Her vision flickered—human sight overlaying with wolf sight,
colors becoming sharper, scents becoming overwhelming. She could smell him, pine
and winter and something uniquely his, and Sinead wanted to roll in that scent, wanted
to mark him, wanted to—
MATE, Sinead howled with primal joy and possessive fury. Triton. Ours. Touch.
Claim. Mark. Need To Shift. Need To Show Him. Need To—
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