Alvaro's POV 

 I can't stop touching her.

 My hand finds the small of her back as we walk across campus. My fingers brush her arm when she shifts her bag. Every few seconds, I need the contact, need to confirm she's here, she's real, she's mine.

 The bond is screaming at me. Has been since last night. 

 My mate was hunted. Chased. Terrified. And I wasn't there.

 My wolf is clawing beneath my skin, demanding I take her somewhere safe, somewhere far away from threats. Demanding I mark her so thoroughly that anyone who looks at her knows she's claimed. Protected. Off limits.

 "You're doing it again," Amaya murmurs as...