DARIAN

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her.

It’s pathetic, really. I tell myself it’s the mark, the bond is supposed to make me feel this way. Yearn. Ache. Hunger for someone I should’ve never touched. That’s all it is. A pull. A mistake I need to correct.

But the image of Iris storming out of the Haven, eyes full of hurt, spine stiff with pride, won’t leave me alone.

She didn’t say a word, but I felt everything.

My wolf has been restless ever since.

I try not to think of her.

Every time I do, it chips at the control I’ve spent years perfecting. But no...