Lola’s POV

Morgan’s lips brushed against mine.

For a moment, my whole body froze. The touch was brief, almost testing, but it left a trail of heat that startled me more than anything.

My wolf had stirred at the contact, reacting for the first time since Flint’s rejection. I gasped, part of me panicked at the sudden rush, another part furious at myself for letting it happen.

I shoved hard against his chest. The force caught him off guard and he leaned back, eyes widening for half a second ...