#Chapter 45: Temptation & Her Mistress

Logan

The symphony of the ballroom surrounded us: the gentle murmur of voices, the soft clink of glasses, and the mesmerizing notes of the orchestra weaving a spell around the dancing couples.

But amidst all the sounds, there was a silence, a charged void, between Ella and me.

Every step we took, every turn, and every glide was a wordless conversation.

My wolf, always alert beneath the surface, yearned to entangle with hers, to join in a dance of their own. I could feel the pull, the almost magnetic attraction between our two spirits, and it was maddening.

“I wish she would let me in,” my wolf complained, his voice a growl in the back of my mind as it mirrored my own turmoil. “Just for a moment.”

“I know,” I answered. “She’s a fortress.”

No matter what I did, Ella and her wolf resisted. There was a barrier, a wall she had erected, both to protect herself and to maintain a distance from the chaos of my world.

My wolf growled low in frustration, longing to bridge that gap, to assert our