Scarlett's POV
I wanted to pull away. I wanted to remind him of the sisters, of the betrayal, and of the two years he had spent watching me scrub floors without saying a word. But the moment our lips met, the world outside the door ceased to exist.
Zoe was no longer just howling; she was roaring, her consciousness merging with mine until I couldn't tell where I ended and the wolf began. It was exactly like the old stories the elders used to whisper—about the "Mating Fever" that took hold when fated pairs were kept apart for too long. The impatience of our wolves had reached a breaking point, and they were finally taking what belonged to them.
