SCARLETT

The next I felt was heat.

Kael’s heat.

The bed beneath me was softer than any place I had ever laid my head, the sheets rich with his scent smoke, cedar, and something wilder that made my wolf stir restlessly inside me. I blinked, my vision swimming until I saw him.

Kael sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, his broad chest rising and falling like a predator holding himself back from tearing into his prey. His knuckles were bloodied, his temple bruised. But it wasn’t his ...