Lucian's POV
"What are you doing? Let me go!"
She thrashed, her elbows digging into my ribs, but the resistance only made me pull her closer. I buried my face in the crook of her neck. Her scent hit me—a thick, narcotic sweetness that drowned out the smell of the pine and damp earth around us.
"Don't you feel it too?" I whispered against her skin. She froze, her chest heaving once before her breath hitched and stayed trapped in her throat. "Don't you hear my wolf calling for yours?"
For a heartbeat, she leaned into me, her head resting over the steady thrum of my heart. Then, the silence shattered.
"You fucking bastard!"
A hand shoved between us, the force tearing her out of my arms. Before I could steady my feet, a fist slammed into my jaw. The world tilted. A sharp, metallic tang bloomed across my tongue, and I spat a glob of crimson into the dirt.
