This man is built of something entirely different. In his icy blue gaze swirls the deeper, more menacing black of his wolf.
I can feel the desperate need radiating from Lucia, seeping from deep within my soul. She longs for his wolf, just as I do.
But fear holds both of us back. Lucia knows the heartbreak that we experienced. She knows the deep pain that still finds its way to the surface even now. And she knows not to push me, because I’ll run….
“What is your wolf’s name?”
A question I never thought to ask before now, but it feels wrong not to know.
Ghost quirks a brow, smirking, “Orion.” His smirk is as sexy as it is infuriating. He knows the deeper I get with my questioning, the more entangled we become.
My heart stops beating for the briefest of moments and it takes me a mome
