Roman's POV
The moment I reached the threshold of the home, just a few feet from the boundary, I froze. My senses went rigid as a wildly tempting scent slammed into me.
My wolf stirred violently, a growl rumbling from deep within my chest, the beast inside me clawing to be set free. I knew what it was, and it took every shred of control to hold myself back.
She's in heat.
My feet rooted to the ground as I fought against the invisible pull drawing me toward that door. Each step backward felt like a battle against unseen shackles, dragging me instead toward the source of that intoxicating call. My body screamed to kick open the door, to reach her, to give in. The force was merciless.
I was barely holding on when I heard a voice cut through the haze.
"Roman, what—"
It broke off abruptly.
I turned and saw my brothers, their faces mirroring my own shock.
And then we heard it—the guttural, savage growl.
Our gazes snapped toward the source.
Rafe.
