*The name at the top of each chapter is the point of view the chapter is based on. Bold is inner wolf voices, italic text is mental links*
Silas:
I watched as she grabbed her bag and turned to me like she was leaving. She said she was leaving, but she hadn't moved. Her eyes stared straight into mine. They drew me in, calling me. I could claim her now, one mark and it would be settled. My wolf began to howl as he tried to surface. "Not yet, remember what you said, patience."
Such a switch in his moods, not that I could blame him. Her hazel eyes were sparkling in the early sun, their depths of color calling to me, to us. When she had broken that line and her scent had raced to me it felt like I had practically fallen into the river and was crashing into the lines of flowers on its end. The beautiful fragrance captivated my senses.
