BODIEDyer and I are in the middle of a conversation when I pick up Helda’s scent.

It fills my nostrils making my beast pace around in eagerness.

“You seem distracted,” Dyer tells me.

I'm about to respond when Helda and Aislyn walk into the room the next second.

My eyes don't move an inch from her.

I watch every step, every motion. From her slightly raising her fingers to a strand of hair sticking to her face.

My hands twitch to brush the strand away from her face but I hold myself ...