The air between them was thick, charged with something that made Lori's skin prickle and her breath catch.
He was looking at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
Like she was prey and treasure and salvation all at once.
Lori's heart hammered against her ribs. Her wolf was on overdrive, pacing frantically inside her mind, howling with need and anticipation. The heat was consuming her—every nerve ending on fire, every cell screaming for him. Her skin felt too tight, too sensitive, every brush of air against her flesh sending shivers of desperate longing through her body.
But beneath the heat, there was tension.
Anxiety.
Fear.
*Is this really happening?* she thought wildly. *Is he really going to...*
Then Attia's composure cracked.
It was subtle—a slight tight
