Aradia dragged him back to her shack, her body aching with exhaustion. She worked through the night, binding his wound with trembling hands, whispering prayers she didn't even know she remembered.
When dawn broke, Kael stirred. His hand shot out, gripping her wrist with shocking strength. His touch burned against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
"You saved me," he murmured.
"You saved me first."
His gaze locked onto hers, raw and unyielding. "We are bound now. Witch and wolf. Blood and fire."
Her breath caught. "I don't belong to anyone."
A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. "You will."
And though fear and anger tangled inside her, another feeling bloomed as well—dark, forbidden, undeniable desire.