Samantha’s POV
I froze at the bottom of the porch steps when I saw him. He was there, standing in the shadow of the old oak tree at the edge of the driveway. Dominic.
His eyes locked on mine instantly, and he looked like he had a thousand questions in his head and had no idea which one to ask first.
For a moment, neither of us moved. It was like the world had stilled, leaving just the two of us in this charged, suffocating silence.
I swallowed hard and forced myself to keep walking, ignoring the way my pulse raced and the way my wolf stirred uneasil, yet delightedly inside me. Though I did not share the same joy she felt.
“Samantha.”
His voice stopped me dead in my tracks. Deep, rough, and filled with something I could not quite name, or one that I refused to — longing.
