Helena's POV
The old cabin groans around us as wind whistles through gaps in the weathered wood. Both of us are breathing heavily, our bodies separated by mere inches as Leo looms above me, my previous words still echoing between us.
His eyes have darkened to an almost midnight black.
I can sense his wolf lurking just beneath the surface. Every muscle in his frame quivers as he fights to maintain control. My pulse thunders against my ribcage while I wait for his next move.
"Don't stare at me that way," he says roughly.
"Then stop touching me like this," I breathe in response.
