Scott’s feet moved one by one, stepping closer to the wolf before him. She looked very familiar. The way she moved, the smell, the way she stared at him.

Scott recognized her everywhere, and there was a temptation he couldn’t resist.

The bond that had connected them for a long time.

Mate.

Under the silver-red light, the wolf moved closer to him. They were like shadows moving in a rhythm, approaching each other. And as the distance grew closer, Scott found a pair of bright blue eyes that always haunted his nights, appeared in his dreams.

‘Ciara.’

Her scent was many times stronger tonight. It was so intoxicating and made...