The next morning the sun shone through a crack in the curtains.

The sleepy Christina's eyes were irritated by the sun. Her brow furrowed, she whimpered, and after finding a comfortable place in her warm embrace, she rubbed like a kitten.

Emond, who had long since woken, dropped his eyes, watched her movements, felt her hot breath, and his heart beat fast with it.

His wolf wagged its tail. However, the joy did not last long.

The man in his arms reacted and jumped out of bed as if to run away.

He reached out his hand and pulled her back.

"Where are you going?" Above her head came Emond's...