There's a tug in the pit of my belly, sharp and aching which I ignored in favour of pushing at Rowan's chest. I cleared my throat, stepping back and maintaining a foot's distance between us. My arms came to wrap

around my chest in defence, glaring at the Alpha. 

Why did I give in so easily? There was something wrong with me. 

"O-Okay, what are you doing here?"

He faltered for a second, appearing dazed whirl running a ...