A large brown wolf shoves his muzzle against my neck and inhales deeply.

Shuddering, I tell myself to hold still. What’s harder to control is my need to snap at the wolf pressed close. Too close. In a way that only Mack would on our pack runs. As if I’m his mate when I’m nothing of the kind.

Don’t bite. Don’t lash out. We won’t be the one to pay for it.

My wolf doesn’t like that, doesn’t like the thought of letting this heavily muscled large brown wolf with piercing blue eyes ...