Nefretiri
It took everything in me to stay where I was and not rush into Ivan's arms.
The magic demanded that I give it what its owed, and it wasn't waiting around. Unfortunately, a crowd of werewolves was watching a very public display of disrespect and rightful demands. If I did something like start fucking my mate on the steps of the packhouse, I would never be able to look at anyone or show my face again. However, the magic didn't give a shit about that. All it knew was I was in debt, and it was its own debt collector.
Instead of legs or arms, it wanted sex.
