Nathan’s POV

Her question hung in the air between us, quiet but heavy. “But is the urge still there?”

I looked at her for a long time before answering. Her eyes were steady on mine, their deep brown pools flickering with uncertainty, exhaustion, and something else… hope, maybe. I didn’t want to tell her yes. I didn’t want to admit that every time I touched her, every time I caught her scent, that primal part of me, my wolf roared to life, demanding I mark her again, as if the bond ...