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"Beautiful," I whispered brushing my lips across her forehead. I hoped I wasn't being overly familiar. Wolves have one of two reactions to touch, they either crave it or avoid it. When she slid her hand down my arm then back up to my shoulder I know she was like me. She took a deep breath and pulled away. This time I let her, there was still enough left of my brain to know that dancing with her was a very bad idea. "Your cute," she said brushing her fingers along my jaw line, "but I can't do this, I am not my own to give." I caught her hand and brought it to my lips. "neither am I." Her laughter brushed over me to twist me into knots. "then what are we doing." "Dancing . Until they say otherwise. " Ember is a seventeen year old werewolf who is about to be married off to a "suitable partner" . Locus is a member of a rival pack. He is also the third son in his family so he will never have the changes to lead. At a club one night they meet. They fall in love, but she is destine for bigger things then a third son, and he is being action off by his alpha for more hunting grounds. If they are caught they will be killed, if they run they will be hunted down, if they are obedient to their alphas they will loses their hearts, because a werewolf only loves once.
Forever Burning
