11. Freya

How was this possible? Zeke isn’t my mate, yet my body is on fire for his touch. This isn’t what they teach you. Every shifter knows only your true mate turns your blood to a terrifying mix of ice and fire. Racing through every cell and lighting you up like dynamite.

Does he feel the same? Do I have a secret second wolf, or am I just really into long-haired grumps whose eyes glimmer in the dark?

The sensation of his lips against mine is making me push closer into his body and the bike. I blank my mind to the many, many problems I am creating through my own insatiable curiosity.

Despite having a firm grip on my hips, Zeke pulled away first. With only the headlamp of the motorcycle, I could just see the green flashes hurtling through his irises. Stunning, wild, and hungry, their unique glow was imprinted in my memory already. Holding me so tightly, pinned against his thigh and the side of the bike.

/Say something/ Livi exclaimed, but I wanted to see what Zeke did.

Which turned out to