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Steam filled the air, light haloing through the soft mist. Sophia stood in the shower, rinsing the soap out of her hair. She bore several scratches on her back and shoulders, one angry and red. The fight in the forest had brought Daniel’s feelings for her into sharp focus. Seeing her fight so wildly and fiercely had driven deep into his being. He recalled again how his mother had described how he’d feel when he met his mate. She’d kept saying it was hard for a human to understand because it was so primal. Sophia in lion form had called to him so strongly, he only wanted to claim her.
He ran a hand over her shoulder and down her back, carefully tracing the deep scratch. She turned to face him, running her hands over her hair, the water cascading around her. His body tensed, wracked wit
