Petal's Pov

The firelight still danced in my mind long after the drums had gone silent.

The pack had dispersed into the night, laughter echoing faintly through the trees. Only a few embers glowed in the center of the clearing, painting the world in soft gold. My pulse hadn’t slowed since he kissed me.

That first kiss had felt like lightning which is unexpected, consuming, terrifying in its truth. But now, sitting alone at the edge of the camp, I realized it wasn’t the kiss that haunted ...