Chapter 213

• Wolfaraine held her sweaty form, and for a moment, he didn't move. She did it. She really did it.
• But as his eyes scanned her body, he could not feel any victory. She was covered in bruises—he counted five bleeding scratches and lots of grab-marks that already turned deep shades of red. Her lips were bleeding too from where she'd bit down on them several times.
• He let out several cusses in the ancient tongue as the guilt consumed him. Yes, his very courageous mate had somehow managed to do the unimaginable by taming his wildest side, but to what end?