Zayan's Point of View Kamari gave me whiplash. One moment we were busy with one topic... The next... I could barely control my breathing. Had to concentrate on the road so hard that I was sure one of the veins in my eyes would burst. Even my knuckles had gone white from gripping the wheel so hard. Maybe it was the vulnerability in her voice or her reasoning. Maybe I was just a glutton for women like her. The kind that needed me to help them. The ones that could barely stand on their own. "Tonight." The word chimed like a bell in my mind. Slowing the car a fraction, I finally dared to look at her. Her beautiful blonde hair flowed over her shoulders. Bright eyes took in everything. The slight part of her lips. If only she knew I was already hard at the prospect of having her. Tasting her. "That seems a bit rushed, don't you think?" It went against my nature to turn someone like her down. But I needed her to enjoy it. Not tremble at the thought of my hands roaming her. She wa

Kamari's Point of ViewHis rejection stung more than I cared to admit. Slapped me across the face more brutally than I had thought it would. And right now, I didn't even want to look at him, much less be in his presence. The light outside was fading fast. Fog had covered the rest of the mountain top. But I wanted to leave. Now. Shifting would be my best option. At night, I was my stealthiest. Only a black shadow danced through the trees. Nothing too out of the ordinary."I'll ask Nolan to come and fetch the parcels tomorrow. I think I need to head home." I murmured.Zayan was still sitting in the same position as I had left him in. Although, now he was staring out the window with a frown on his face. His eyes were vacant. But the moment those words left my mouth, his head whipped my way."I thought you will be staying the night." He said.Nodding, I corrected my shirt. Nervously wiped my hands on my jeans. Couldn't look at him fully. Because he might see that he had hurt me when in t

Zayan's Point of ViewSomehow between me not wanting to fuck up but still wanting to fuck her and setting some boundaries, I fucked up anyway. Kamari's face had contorted into shame. Guilt.I could have slapped myself when her eyes dimmed.Her smile faltered.But I had wanted to set boundaries with her from the beginning. Maybe bringing her to my mother's old cottage was a bad idea to start with. Although I needed to get her somewhere that wasn't her home. That was still with me. We should have spent the night together here. I should have been gentle but firm. Instead, I acted like a fucking turtle and climbed into my shell.Should I have run after her when she left? Yes, I should have. Was I too stunned to even move a finger? Yes, I fucking was. In all my time on this earth, I had never seen a woman more poised to run away from me than I had Kamari. Even Eris had taken her time to leave. But the girl had been a cracker shot from its pipe. Eager to move her limbs and run into a bustl

Kamari's Point of View He instantly started pacing around the room when I let him in. Walked from one point to the other repeatedly until my neck refused to follow him any longer. It was aching. Threatened to break off where my neck met my spine. Sometimes it felt like the room was too small for Nolan and me combined. As if he needed more space to trek and fume. The behavior was so unlike him that I had resigned to just staring at him. My dad had made an appearance about half an hour ago. Noticed Nolan's distressed state and decided he better head off. With a long look sent his way, I silently begged him to take me with. I had never seen Nolan in such a trance. Had always known him to be a level-headed individual. Not this brooding mumbling beast in front of me. As if the notion of his best friend sleeping with the likes of me undid him completely. "Are you going to take a moment to calm down?" I finally asked, feeling my throat tighten. After last night's conflict, I wasn't feel

Kamari's Point of View The universities deeper into the country seemed more promising than the ones close by. Mainly because they were human-run and not wolf-run. My odds of getting into a wolf university were scarce, seeing as the color of my fur was now on my permanent record. Like some fucking criminal charge. But several human universities had promising programs. The first step I had to take in becoming a psychiatrist would be to study medicine. Which wasn't a walk in the park but at least I had decent enough grades to enroll. A scholarship wasn't even close to being on the table. Up until now, I had thought my dream of going to study would never come true. Then Zayan came and gave me a way to realize it. For that, I would always be thankful. Seven years in medicine. One year in a public hospital. Then specialization for another three years. Eleven years of my life, gone in a flash. My dad wouldn't move with me. I had an inkling he had something on with the sweet barista from