Chapter EIGHT

Dane She was scared. I could see it in her hazel eyes. Perfect. She was gorgeous and I hated to admit it. Her large hazel eyes were shaking as they stared into mine. I could smell the fear oozing out of her which fed my ego. Her skin was so soft as I held her chin. Her light brown hair was pulled back neatly into a ponytail and her strong fragrance filled my nose. She smelled of strawberry and chocolates, an intense combination. I could feel my wolf stirring inside of me. I could feel the torrent rise in me. I wanted her. Looking into her eyes made me yearn for her. And I was going to have her right now. “I’m—S—Sorry,” she stuttered. My lips cracked into a frown as I heard that. She was so feeble. I never thought that I would meet someone that would want me the same way I wanted them. She knew how to satisfy my urges which made her more intriguing than when I first laid eyes on her at the ballroom. “Don’t. Apologize,” I spoke from my now gritted teeth. She nodded slowly, her eyes searc