Simone
The king was absolutely unpredictable. And so, so hot.
Between his features that looked carved by the Moon Goddess herself and how my wolf seemed to practically vibrate with need every time she caught sight of him, I’d been having a really hard time traveling with him for the past three days. I was spending more energy suppressing my scent so he couldn’t smell how aroused I was than actually focusing on potential threats around us.
Which was ridiculous, and I cursed myself again for my stupid brain and complete lack of priorities.
“Control your scent,” I muttered to myself for the hundredth time. “You’re not a dog in heat.”
But my wolf didn’t give a damn about my internal lectures. Every time Kane moved with that predatory grace, every time his muscles flexed as he pushed throu
