Kit’s POV

I panted hard, and Sera’s petite form collapsed on my chest. Her breath puffed out over my collarbone, just as overwhelmed as I was. My canines finally retracted back into my gums, my claws disappearing as my wolf shrunk down inside my skin.

Holding him back from marking her was hard, like trying to use a slip-leash on a wild animal. Nearly impossible, but I was determined not to mark her until she asked me to. I didn’t care how loudly my beast roared ...