Chapter 13

REID POV

Our drive back to Crescent Lake is uneventful. We chat the entire time, but it is mindless, mostly questions about mundane things like movies, food, and music. But I am not really paying much attention to the conversation.

Instead, I am focused on her, on her presence and her scent, on how it fills up my car. I find myself glancing at her as she talks, watching her as she stares out the passenger window and watches the trees as we pass by them. I am thinking of how that sweet peony, strawberry, and peach aroma will linger in my car for days, and the conflicted emotions that thought elicits in my heart, soul, and brain.

My heart beats for her. Every drum of the organ pumping blood through my body since the moment I realized she was mine has been for her. Not because I want it to be, but because that is what the mate bond does. Turns wolves into saps.

And my soul — my soul longs for her. Both the wolf part and the human part.

But my brain? My brain is the only part of me that is