Lyra slowly opened her eyes, her mind still hazy from the dream. For a moment, she thought she was still trapped in it, staring at the same wolf.
"Are you okay?" The familiar voice repeated, snapping her back to reality.
The wolf's face shifted, morphing into Cassian, and it hit her like a bolt of lightning—this wasn't a dream. She was kissing him.
Mortified, Lyra yanked away, scrambling backward while clutching the comforter against her chest. Her breaths came fast and uneven, the weight of the dream still lingering, but the realization that she had actually kissed Cassian left her utterly shaken.
Cassian, on the other hand, felt his blood ignite. Her pheromones.
The intoxicating scent clouded his senses, making it nearly impossible to think straight. The warmth of her body, the way she had melted into his embrace, how her lips had brushed against his… it was too much. It stirred something deep inside him, something primal, something he wasn't ready to face.
