Clarissa P.O.V.

Rubbing my fingers across my lips, I smiled, thinking about how Antonio had overpowered me with his kiss. The overwhelming feeling of wanting him beside me was taking control. I had awoken with a new sensation in me. The desire to be with him. To touch him and kiss him. I couldn’t deny that Antonio set my soul on fire.

I was addicted, addicted to Antonio Serrano, a gorgeous Hispanic man.

No, a gorgeous Hispanic werewolf that sent warmth to my core and ...