Hope

My skin’s on fire.

Not burning. Buzzing. Tingling like sparks are dancing under my skin. The heat is a never ending pulse, and ache that highlights the emptiness inside of me.

My wolf whines and pants, paws and calls out to her mate.

She can sense his proximity and she knows he can give her what she needs.

That he can fill the chasm inside of us.

Mate. Mate. Mate, she chants.

My nails dig into the leather seats of Keith's car.

His scent is a siren calling out to me in tones of smoke and rain.

My breath comes fast. My fingers tremble form the force it takes...