The sudden retreat of his massive, midnight-black weight from my body allowed me to inhale deeply, and for the very first time, I could truly perceive his scent.
Beyond the sheer, intoxicating allure of his human skin that I had known for months, this was something else entirely—a primal, chemical invitation that seeped directly into my bloodstream, burning through the mate-bond. His scent flowed through my veins like a raging, molten river, calling directly to my newly awakened wolf.
But this mesmerizing spell was abruptly broken by the rhythmic, heavy thuds of approaching footsteps echoing through the dense woods.
The moment Garm stepped out from behind the towering pine trees, his face masked with his usual cautious respect, Varg shifted back into his human form in a fraction of a second. Standing naked, muscular, and heavily scarred in the moonlight, Varg lunged forward before Garm could even register his movement. With the explosive weight of a silverback bear,
