Today was the first time she gained her fox spirit, marking the first shift of the Fox Ignite—the kind of heat far more vicious and consuming than any omega wolf's.
They would turn unnervingly aggressive and impossibly hard to satisfy, like a hunger with a mind of its own, sharp-toothed and restless beneath the skin.
His gaze sank into her fire-hazel eyes, as if searching for proof of how desperately she wanted him.
But no matter how deep he looked, he couldn't find the answer he craved. Lust. Desire. Heat. That was all that burned back at him. He searched for something he feared he already knew would never be there.
Yet in his madness, he chose to blind himself to that truth—for her.
To him, those eyes were the warmest embrace he'd ever known. Or so he fiercely believed.
"Mine…" he hissed, the word dripping like a promise and a threat in one breath. "You are mine, mate."
