LESLEY'S POV

We exited at the other side of a port. The fresh and cold sea air welcomed us like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. It cooled our hot bodies and, more importantly, our raging emotions.

Cedrick let go of my hand and kept walking away from me until he was at the edge of the mole. I noticed his eyes were as black as tar, and he took a couple of deep breaths, fighting his wolf for control.

I bit my lips. Shit! I did that? I had mixed feelings about it. But mostly it was a strange sense of pride that made me have to...