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And then my legs are moving of their own accord. I’m out of the alley within seconds and turning down a familiar path. My anima keens and it’s the only thing I can hear, the only force pushing me, steering me, right towards the unmated male dorms.

Before I know it, I’m standing outside the old building, trying not to pant, swaying a little on my feet to the sound of the cicadas chirping in the grass.

I’m vaguely aware that it’s a half-moon, the silver-blue light hitting the gothic curves and intricate latticework of the dormitory in the most ethereal way.

This could be a dream. Another world entirely.

A world in which a figure approaches through the darkness.

My anima whines as the shadows part for the tall wolf prowling down the path. My lips part at the expanse of his naked torso just laid out for all to admire, like an exhibition at the Louvre. He gleams with sweat, so the wolf tattoo spanning his chest glistens under the nighttime lights. He’s come straight from the jungle gym because there’s dirt on his arms and those dark curls are tousled in a way that tells me he’s been running. He wears his black track pants down low so I can see his Adonis Belt—the deep V that runs into his pants where I can just see curls of hair. Thick veins travel all the way from his hands up his forearms and I almost whimper at the sight. He’s a wild god, returned from a hunt.

My mouth is suddenly as dry as a desert plain.

I want to leap onto his body and devour him whole.

But there is a dead snake weighing heavy in my arms. I suppress a sob and follow close behind him as he swipes his student ID card from his pants pocket.

Immediately, I slip sideways and let the door shut behind me. Savage climbs up the steep stairs two at a time and I follow him like a ghost, determined to keep his perfect, glistening, muscled back in my line of sight.

I jog up the stairs behind him and with the five flights of steps up, I’m panting by the time we reach the top.

I smother my breaths with my forearm and tip toe behind Savage like a fool as he stalks down the wide corridor.

The male dorms are loud on a Friday night.

There’s RnB music blaring from a speaker, and males are laughing and shouting. There’s the audible sound of multiple people fucking, including a few animas outright screaming with pleasure.

The desire in the air swarms around my head like a predatory perfume, and it presses on my skin, thick as maple syrup.

The beasts lingering in the corridors part for Savage like water and somehow between the beginning of the corridor and the end, I’m fixed on the smooth skin of his back like my life depends on it.

Because right now, it does.

I barely notice the beasts I almost bump into. I barely notice the noise. Everything fades away at the sight of my mate walking up the dragon-trick stairs.

Deep into the primal depths of my anima self, I doggedly chase him all the way up the hidden stairs—

And promptly stop dead.

Because not four steps into the sixth floor, Savage has turned around and is waiting, staring straight at me with a face rendered into marble and an expression of utter focus.

A deathly seriousness clings to his voice. “Your breathing always gives you away, Regina.”

Xander and Scythe step up behind him with their arms crossed like sentinels of all things morbid and dark, as if they too have been waiting for me.

Chapter47

Aurelia

“Takeitoff,” Savage commands. “Take it off or I’ll drag you up here and bite your tiny neck until you do.”

Before I can choke out an answer, Scythe strides forward, and raising a single finger, he slices downwards.

With lethal precision, my invisibility falls away. One set of eyes flashes and two sets of pupils dilate as they take me in from head to toe. Hazel, sky blue, glowing white. I do not move. I do not even breathe. I don't even care that I’m in my tattered pyjama shorts and T-shirt. All I can do is stare and tremble under the weight of the pure need that courses through every artery, capillary and vein. It’s painful. Itburns.

I allow the rest of my shields to fall to my feet like flimsy gauze.

They all take a sharp breath and so do I, because on their necks, three beautiful mating marks emerge for me to see. Beautiful, heavenly glowing marks that are right,soright.

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