The beat of a pulse fills my ears, sandalwood and the smell of fresh rain after a heat wave fill my nose invading my senses, sending me wild. Desperation to find the sauce and sink my canines into his neck to make him mine, to mark my mate. I have no idea who he is, what he is like, not even a name but I don't care because I know I'll love him and he'll love me. I want him, I need him. My mate. I can feel him calling to me for me to change, to shift as a bead of cold sweat, drips down my bare back. I crouch down, my body naked and as vulnerable as the day I was born, the dry leaves crumble under my bare feet, the wet grass tangling around my fingers. My back arches ready, waiting to shift. Nothing happens. I feel a hot, steamy breath on my upper back makes me look up and I'm nose to snout with an enormous, spectacularly completely black wolf. Looking into his eyes, they are the bluest I've ever seen, like a waterfall, with white blue flicks in a perfect circular pattern around the p
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