I couldn't believe that this was happening. That I was letting it happen. Leo Mortenson was about to kiss me and I wasn't stopping it. Was I delusional? Crazy? Most likely. And yet, I didn't care.

He was getting dangerously close. Whatever hatred we held was no match for a mate pull, and by Goddess, was it pulling.

"Leo–" I started, my eyes not breaking from his lips. His beautiful, plump—

Quickly, a snapping noise came from the forest, jerking ...