Hannah
The weeks leading up to the Summer Hunt passed by faster than I expected—even faster than the days leading up to the charity gala, even though the length was actually longer.
Noah and I worked side by side, true to our agreement to extend the divorce for another two months. But the tension between us was palpable, like a taut rubber band ready to snap at any moment.
Every time our hands brushed as we passed documents back and forth, every stolen glance across the room, sent shivers down my spine. My wolf whined restlessly, yearning for his touch even more than before.
The memory of our night together haunted me, making the urge stronger than it had been. It was as if that little taste of ecstasy had made me addicted, and I needed more.
Each night, I was too rest
