#Chapter 8: The Blood Pact

Raven I tangled my fingers in his dark hair without even meaning to, aching to drag him closer and feel his tongue slip into my mouth. In those moments, I was driven only by my wolf and nothing else. His lips were so soft, so sweet. It was surprising, and felt so… right. So perfect. Like our mouths were two pieces of a puzzle that fit together just the way they were meant to. I could have stayed like that forever, with our lips locked together. “Mate,” I felt a wolf howl inside of me. “Need my—” Suddenly, Neil was shoving me back with an unexpected force. I instantly felt my wolf retreat, quickly followed by pure and unbridled embarrassment coursing through me. “Do not get ahead of yourself, Werewolf,” Neil snarled as he spat into the nearby brazier and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “We made a pact and nothing more.” I wiped my own lips with my fingers and turned away, a hot flush burning across my entire body. I shouldn’t h