Violet
He stopped just at the edge of the bed, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him.
Close enough to see the muscle ticking in his jaw.
Close enough to notice the faint silver streaks in his white hair catching the moonlight.
And close enough that the pull, that strange, magnetic force that had been humming under my skin since I'd arrived, became almost unbearable.
His eyes flashed for just a heartbeat, his wolf rising to the surface. I tore my eyes from his as the force inside me surged in response, reaching for him like a living thing. Silver light flickered at my fingertips and pulsed underneath my skin. My eyes widened.
The last time I had seen this was before dying.
He noticed. His gaze dropped to my hands, then slowly travelled back up to my face. Something dark and hungry moved through his expression before he forcibly got rid of it.
He frowned and took a step back, the room suddenly dropping in temperature.
