I climbed in beside him, legs still shaking. As we pulled away from the clearing, back toward the Pack House, I pressed my forehead to the cool window and tried to breathe.
But it was useless.
Hator was still prowling. Keegan’s scent was all over me. And I knew this was just the beginning.
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Keegan didn’t say a word when we stopped in front of the Pack House. He just leaned across the console, cupped my face like I was something fragile, precious—his fingers rough, but reverent—and kissed me.
Not a goodbye kiss.
A claim.
His tongue slid against mine, slow and possessive, and his hand fisted a handful of my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me moan into his mouth.
My knees almost buckled.
When he pulled back, I was dizzy. Boneless. My lips tingled, heart racing like I’d just
