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Since the room is only scent-proof, not sound, I hear the car coming up the lane.
I stand slowly, reminding myself time and time again that I don’t need to give into these urges, this overwhelming desire.
I canclaimher, kiss her, save her. But I can do it in this form without letting my wolfish hunger – no,starvation– guide me.
Walking through the house, I stand at the front window; my fists clenched at my sides.
It’s the fight, how primal I had to become to protect her. The aftershocks of it are still pounding through me.
As the car approaches, my nostrils twitch. Her scent is attacking me, surging through me, making it difficult as my muscles tremble and my resolve threatens to crack.
I can’t do this.
It’s a thought I’m not used to. Not that arrogance ever got a man anywhere.
But hard work, grit, blood, claws, and teeth are normally enough. Or you can think your way out of the problem.
This makes me feel more powerless than I ever have.
But it’s a strange sort, tempting to leantowardthe power; to the wolf.
She’s getting out of the car. My head clouds as my gaze devours her. She’s still wearing her work clothes, the polo T-shirt and the chinos...my wolf howls, demands to be let free. To devour those curves, to consume her juicy breasts and watch as her young, innocent cheeks glow red.
As red as the eyes of the wolf. As red as the release. As red as giving myself over to the savage.
“Wait here,” Liam says, stepping from the car.
Through Ruby’s swirling scent, I detect Liam. He’s in a state of supreme calm, as he always is...as I was,for years,over a decade before I scented my Ruby.
“You good?” he asks, walking up the porch steps.
My gaze is fixated on Ruby, hardly conscious of the human standing next to her.
Thewoman. I’m not the wolf, not now.
“Ramsey.” Liam’s hand is on my shoulder, his gaze hard. “You good?”
I nod. “Yeah. I just...I’m fine.”
“You can wait in the meditation room if you like.”
I shake my head, slowing my breathing. Then, with effort, I manage to push her scent away alittle, the barest inch.
It’s like there’s a very thin protective shield around me, but she’s still there, swirling through the air, calling to the wildness in me.
“I’m fine,” I repeat. “I’ll go say hello.”
He frowns as I walk down the porch steps. His scent shifts slightly, a hint of readiness there; he thinks I might change. I’d never let that happen, not now, not after I fucked up so bad in the city.
But I saved her.
You could’ve saved her as a man. Now the hunters know she’s valuable to a wolf.
Fuck, fuck.
She looks up, blinking, her eyes puffy as though she’s been crying. My hand tries to rise, to tenderly caress her cheek. To let her know it’s okay.
But what if my hand becomes a claw halfway through, the suddenness of the change sweeping me up?
