The Night's PullThe scent of pine and Demetrius was suffocating. I lay on the edge of the cot, wrapped in furs, but the cold of the mountain air couldn't fight the dry heat coming off the other side of the wool partition.

Demetrius was there. I knew he wasn't asleep, even though I hadn't heard a sound in the last hour. My Lycan senses, heightened by the Mate Bond, mapped every breath he took. Long, slow exhales. Controlled. Too controlled.

The bond was a physical pressure, like being ...