Despite her usual dislike for the cold weather, Dahlia felt an irresistible pull to venture outside and play in the biting winter winds and swirling snowflakes.
"Listen to your body," Carter whispered. She felt a surge of affection coming from him. "It's your wolf calling out to you." Dahlia could feel him nuzzle his nose into her hair, inhaling her scent.
He could sense, smell, and see the need in his mate's mossy green eyes, which were ringed in gold with tiny flecks of it smattered here and there. Her wolf was attempting to make its first appearance.
Carter explained, "…Rory, your wolf, she wants you to shift and go for a run."
Gideon was pacing anxiously and ramped up, jumping about in Carter's mind, ready to shift, too. He wanted to meet Rory, his new mate, for the first time.
