The moment my eyes settled on him, rage consumed me. Memories of that night flashed in front of my eyes. It was almost as if the world around me was tinted a deep shade of red and the only thing holding me back from closing the distance between us and ripping his throat out with my claws was, ironically, my wolf.

My anger, unexpectedly, was fleeting as I noticed only a few seconds later that the unnoticeable frustrating feeling that emerged when I first caught sight of him had suddenly grown infinitely stronger, leaving me confused and slightly disorientated. I seemed to click back into reality and all I could hear was my wolf repeating a single word. A word that I would rather die than associate with the man standing in front of me.

Mate.

All I could do was stare, frozen in place. The more I looked at him, the more I started to notice the little things about him. Things like how his lips were slowly curving up into a breathtaking smile, how the blue in his eyes caught the sunlight making them look as vast as the ocean and even how his muscles filled out the shirt he was wearing in the most delicious of ways.

So I stared. I watched him take careful steps towards me, my eyes never leaving his. But every move he made somehow reminded me of my own desires and gave me the willpower to push down my wolf's. My wolf wanted its mate but I didn't. I forced myself to turn and run but all I managed was a shaky step back.