Megan POV

His smile makes a shiver run down my spine.

He doesn’t smell like one of us!

So what is he?

He takes a step towards me, and I’m frozen in fear, unable to move.

His hand comes up and cups my cheek, his touch tender, his amber eyes full of wild mischief, “No, little wolf, but what I am is very interested in

I stare at him, wary, “Who are you?”

His smile is cheeky, but when he leans closer, I can feel the heat of desire build up inside me. It’s a sudden reaction, and it shakes me.

He gives me a knowing smile, murmuring, “You’ll find...