It was like everything happened in slow motion. Theo watched as Cora fell to her knees, bracing herself against the ground, and he tore into the fur of his wolf, leaving everyone else behind.
She was on the ground, but he couldn't feel her pain. He couldn't feel her fear or her fury or whatever it was she was feeling. In the state that she was in, the one where she no longer had a beating heart, it was like the connection to her—the mate bond—looped back around into himself where she had given him her soul to keep.
But he wanted more than her soul. He wanted all of her… her mind, her body, the contrast between his steel and her silk, his lycan strength and her fae abilities, his hard and her soft.
