I couldn't believe that this was happening. That I was letting it happen. Leo Mortenson was about to kiss me and I wasn't stopping it. Was I delusional? Crazy? Most likely. And yet, I didn't care.
He was getting dangerously close. Whatever hatred we held was no match for a mate pull, and by Goddess, was it pulling.
"Leo–" I started, my eyes not breaking from his lips. His beautiful, plump—
Quickly, a snapping noise came from the forest, jerking both of our heads toward it. Leo stood and stared into the woods, waiting for someone to approach. Then another sound resounded, and he leaned forward, as if on guard.
"What is it?" I whispered, my senses on high alert.
No one ever came this far into the woods, and we both knew it.
Leo listened, and then sniffed the air. "I'm not getting an
