Chapter 8 Kiss, Heat, and Right Proper Nuisances

Skylar

My world had just gone and blown up into a million tiny bits. Standing there at my dorm room door, sandwiched between the hard wood and Michael’s burning hot body, I could only hear the voice of Iven—my inner wolf—howling like a loon.

[Mate! Mate! Mate!]

I swear, if Iven had a physical neck...