Opal's POV
The air between them was still thick with heat, charged with the undeniable pull that had only grown since that earth-shattering kiss. Opal could still feel the lingering warmth of Kael's hands on her skin, the ghost of his lips pressing against hers, the way he had claimed her mouth like he couldn't get enough.
She wanted more.
And he knew it.
Instead of closing the distance between them again, Kael took a slow step back, his chest rising and falling as if forcing himself to remember how to breathe. His eyes burned as they locked onto hers, but his smirk was infuriatingly smug.
"I should head back to my pack," he murmured, his voice rough.
Opal blinked, her head still spinning. "What?"
Kael tilted his head, amused. "I have responsibilities, Opal."
She folded her arms, shifting her weight onto one hip. "And?"
His smirk deepened. "And I can't just disappear from my pack for days on end. Unlike you, I actually have wolves waiting for me to make decisions."
