[POV: Ruvan]
No one else seemed to notice it.
He could taste it on the air like spice on his tongue—feral, feminine, fertile.
It was driving him mad. Thalos had banished him to his quarters while he rode the waves of… whatever it was that was troubling him, because he had become too unstable to show himself in front of the pack. In such early stages of rebuilding, it was important not to show weakness in front of his subjects.
Ruvan paced the length of his grand bedroom, his claws half-extended and the air around him pulsing with residual godfire. The walls were beginning to blacken in places, singed from his aimless touch. Heat rose in waves off his shoulders, radiating outward like a fever with no cause.
He didn't remember her. He didn't know her at all!
Not her face or even her name, other than it starting with an 'S'!
Yet, something primal inside him knew her intimately—and that something was clawing at his ribs, restless and wild.
