Olivia Martins

I couldn’t move.

Not when I saw him. Not when I smelled him. Not when every fiber of my being screamed Mate.

Even after we shifted, I stood there like the wind had been knocked out of me. My heart thundered against my ribs. My knees were unsteady. I couldn’t look away from him—his hair a little longer, jaw sharper, but still the same eyes, the dark blue that I fell in love with.

Caspian.

He stepped forward, chest heaving, eyes glowing in the moonlight. ...