“I don’t know if I’ve just claimed someone who doesn’t care for me.” “Feel what I feel.” Closing her eyes, Taryn found their connection instantly. She didn’t feel it in her head as she had thought mates did; she felt it everywhere, felt Trey everywhere. It was like he was a shadow—something insubstantial that was forever just behind her but that sh

When a wolf shifter went into feral mode, he behaved a lot like a rabid animal. He attacked senselessly, he felt no emotional attachments, he lost all sense of reason and logic. And yet her scent and voice had reached his wolf even through that fog.

Although they weren’t true mates and this whole thing was to be temporary, his wolf wasn’t hung up on those details, wasn’t held back by them. His wolf was an elemental being who acted mostly on instinct, and since he’d marked Taryn Warner, his wolf regarded her as his. His to protect, to comfort, to shelter, to possess. And Trey agreed.

“I will once I’ve been for a run.” The eagerness in her voice surprised him. “You still have that need even though you’re latent?” “My wolf gets restless and uncomfortable if I don’t. She still craves that feeling of being free, the kind that comes from running with other wolves.”

Although Roscoe had left his mark on her, he hadn’t been able to imprint on her. Two wolves who weren’t true mates could still come together as mates and have a tight bond through the process of imprinting. That process couldn’t be sparked unless there were strong emotions involved, and it required a lot of physical contact. When two wolves were im

She sighed. “You and I aren’t really all that different when it comes to our wolves. My wolf constantly reaches for the surface, because she has no understanding of why she’s trapped. Being trapped frustrates her and all that frustration fuels her spirit, making her brash and testing. And that brash, testy spirit then constantly rides me, trying to

Although she hadn’t known Trey for very long, she had picked up that he wasn’t a touchy-feely person. For shifters, touch was a need. It was as basic as eating and breathing.

Strangely not liking the playful banter going on between his mate and the mediator, Trey tangled a hand in her hair—a shifter gesture of ownership.

Her wolf enjoyed having her mate so close, enjoyed having his scent cocooning her. Unfortunately, just as Taryn had feared, it was proving to be uncomfortable for her wolf when they parted for too long. She wouldn’t have thought that five hours counted as “long,” but her wolf had been restless and on edge until the moment he entered the living area