AMELIA
The world around me disappeared.
Gone was the warm, rosy light of sunset, the majestic snow-capped pines, the small stream that ran in front of the Crescent Moon pack house, and even the raccoon that had stolen the salami sandwich that Erik had dropped as soon as I'd leaned toward him.
There was nothing but Erik.
Nothing but his scent, as warm and welcoming as his taste, nothing but his arms wrapped around me - just like that day in the forest, yet so different. While that first embrace was born of concern, of the need to carry me to safety, this one was born of desire, of passion. Born of that thing, that bond that shone between us, a golden thread that wrapped our souls together.
I didn't know how or when I ended up in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist. Nor, trut
