Dravina POV

“I was rushing home to you, Dravina,” Malrik said, his voice thick with a blend of yearning and frustration.

The words wrapped around me like a tether, heavy with truth but it was the sudden flicker of his wolf in his eyes that stole the breath from my lungs. That gleam wild, magnetic rooted me in place.

“You didn’t miss me?” he asked, his tone dipping low, rough and laced with provocation.

I parted my lips to answer, but nothing came out. My throat was dry, my voice ...