"When wolves recognize each other, the body betrays what the mouth denies. Desire does not wait for permission; it simply demands to be answered."
If the gods had any sense of humor, it was a cruel one. Because here I was distinguished physician, intellectual, scholar of three realms, being dragged down a palace hallway by Lord Rivan Ostel like some kind of runaway pup who had just stolen a ham.
"Unhand me," I snapped, digging my heels against the marble, doing everything to ensure that I did not agree to go with him, but Rivan did not even flinch. He looked maddeningly amused, like hauling me through the corridors in broad daylight was his daily workout routine. His wolf, some smug brute of a beast, radiated satisfaction, practically purring. Mine, traitorous mutt, was humming under my skin like an eager fiddle.
