My heart stopped. Rip it out? What did that even mean? Was that something he could actually do? My wolf’s ears perked up inside me, and she let out a low growl that wasn’t angry, more like it was curious, needy. She was pacing again, tail flicking, eyes glowing.
He’ll take care of it, she purred, her voice sharp and insistent in my head, he’ll tear it out of us and you’ll finally stop aching. Let him.
“No,” I whispered against his fingers, except it didn’t sound like no at all. It sounded like please.
My body betrayed me, leaning into his touch even as my brain tried to scream sense into me. I could feel my wolf pushing harder, her claws scraping against the inside of my skin, trying to shove me toward him.
Stop resisting, she hissed, her tone impatient, you’ve been whining since the
