Jill’s pov
My heart was hammering against my ribs, the freezing rain drenching my hair as I stood frozen in the muddy ravine.
Ted’s large, calloused hand was wrapped firmly around mine, his warm grip sending a continuous wave of static heat surging straight up my arm. My wolf thrashed wildly beneath my ribs, whining in absolute surrender, her tail wagging furiously against my spirit as the electric current burned through my veins.
The air around us filled with an overwhelming, intoxicating aroma—sweet, crushed pine needles, crisp mountain ozone, and the clean warmth of summer rain. It was a scent that sank deep into my lungs, making my head swim and my pulse race out of control.
"Goddess," Ted breathed, his deep voice thick and raspy as his thumb stroked the pulse point on my inner wri
