My heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest. My head isn’t right. It feels fuzzy, and there’s a white heat building up inside me like a crescendo. My body is burning as if someone has started a fire and it’s consuming me.

I need his touch. I need his hands on me.

My wolf is at the forefront of my mind, taking charge, running the show. It understands these base desires in a way that I don’t. It knows who to search for, whose touch can ease this red-hot fire within me. While ...