THIRD PERSON POV
Sofia lay sprawled across the bed, Vaden’s oversized shirt draped over her slim frame and his scent wrapping her like a warm cocoon. It was intoxicating, comforting and simply right. Her wolf purred relentlessly in her head, a happy, rhythmic hum she couldn’t suppress no matter how ridiculous she felt.
She buried her face in the fabric at her shoulder, inhaling deeply. *Gods, I’m a maniac,* she thought bitterly, her cheeks burning. *A gooner. That’s what I am.* One look into those golden eyes of his and she was utterly done for. Vaden had her tied in knots, her mind spinning between hope and dread.
But the heartache she anticipated would be colossal.
Sofia sighed, staring up at the ceiling, her fingers absently toying with the hem of the shirt. Vaden was everythi
