Ivan

During the altercation between The Moor and the old woman I hadn't thought about my hatred of cats. Hadn't noticed their sour smell or had to tamp down my desire to kill them. They surrounded me and I hadn't noticed.

What captured my attention most was Talya. The scent pouring off her was seeping into my skin, clouding my thoughts, and exciting my wolf.

I leaned in closer and took a deep breath. "I will speak with you now," I whispered into her ear before ...