Moros’ POV
(ARE WE LIKING THIS OR NO? COMMENT TO LET ME KNOW)
The wind changes, and the scent of my moon-bound mate comes rushing toward me again.
Instantly, I shift from Xavier’s body into my own and take off into the treeline, ignoring his caution. Human sight is flat. Weak and full of shapes with gray edges. Once I take control, the world flares wide. Colors sharpen into shadows, darkness becomes something I can see through, and the cool night air floods my lungs with information.
Even in the dim moonlight, I can practically taste my mate on my tongue.
[Zia?!]
She doesn't answer. But I know she is here. Or she was. Just moments ago, her scent was stronger, close enough to make every instinct inside me roar, despite what stupid Xavier believed.
I grit my teeth, fighting the urge t
