AISLYN

My mind is still unable to shut out the mysterious man from lingering in my head.

His face is still vividly implanted in my memory. Every line that traces his face to perfection.

Eyes that are capable of turning anyone into a willing captive.

My wolf whines wistfully inside, and I’m tempted to succumb to her and continue daydreaming about him.

Shaking my head, I try to shake off the wayward thoughts from my head.

“I don’t even know who he is,” I mutter to myself.

He ...