"Let him go," Heidi's wolf snarls, though her hackles are raised in distress. "He is a coward wearing the skin of a martyr."
But she doesn't get more than two steps when Amias's hand shoots out. His fingers wrap around her wrist with a sudden, bruising strength. He yanks her back, spinning her around until she is pinned between his body and the cold stone wall.
The air leaves her lungs. His rain scent overwhelms her. His eyes are no longer flat; they are burning with a terrifying, possessive fire. The Alpha in him, the side he has tried so hard to bury, unleashes in a silent roar of dominance.
"You think I want this?" he hisses, his face inches from hers. His voice is a broken rasp. "You think I want to walk away from my mate? From the only home I've ever known?"
"Then stay!" she gasps, her hand coming up to rest against his chest, feeling the frantic, galloping beat of his heart.
