A stream of Desire.

Ian entered the kitchen and switched on the overhead lights, moving to get a glass cup so that he could drink some water. He took the first glass in large gulps, and then the second.

Then he finally filled the third glass of water, and as his thirst was parched, he sipped the water leisurely.

Taking a seat at the dining table, the wolf was deep in thought. His injured arm still itched, and though it had almost fully healed by now, it was still bandaged as he had just injured it. He had Scarlett to thank for that.

She had insisted on taking care of him every step of the way, as a thank you for keeping me safe and playing a good host’ as she had said.

However, to Ian, who very well knew how to read between the lines, it was definitely not the only reason. Her eyes had said it all that night that she insisted on patching him up when she saw the extent of his injuries.

Ian was no stranger to romance, even though these days, he was considered an invisible outcast of the pack, which meant