Keith

I press my hand to my cheek where Hope’s slap cracked the haze around me.

The sting isn’t physical—more a jolt. A snap back into clarity when I was too far gone to separate reality and instinct.

I exhale, steadying the chaotic thrum inside. Her words, her touch—they rattled something deep within me.

Pulled a selfish possessiveness I had no idea I was capable of feeling

Mate, my wolf grumbles.

Must find her. Now, my Lycan urges.

We would have to find her if you keep yourself together in the first place, I snap.

My Lycan huffs. She is ours. The sooner she accepts it, the better.

Goddess, I've...