Ryan

I stared at the mountain of paperwork on my desk, but my mind was elsewhere. My wolf and dragon raged within me, howling and roaring for Lyra. It had been three long days since I last saw her, and every moment apart felt like agony.

The longing was a physical ache, a constant thrum beneath my skin. My wolf paced restlessly, whining for the soothing presence of its mate. And my dragon flared its wings, the flames of desire burning hot in my chest. Lyra was the other half of ...