Tyler POV
I don't know what the hell my stupid wolf was thinking, but I was pretty sure I was about to get myself killed—or worse, branded a pervert for the rest of my life. The whole situation was a disaster, and I wasn't sure if I should be proud or absolutely terrified that my wolf had taken control.
When I woke up, everything was hazy. The first thing that hit me was her scent—Raven's scent—intensified to a point where it was almost unbearable. It felt like the air had thickened with it, an intoxicating, warm, heady aroma that had completely overridden my senses. And there I was, standing at the edge of disaster, as my stupid wolf had already started doing what wolves do when they feel the pull of their mate. We were kissing her neck.
Great. Just great.
