Chapter 30

Olivia Martins

I couldn’t move.

Not when I saw him. Not when I smelled him. Not when every fiber of my being screamed Mate.

Even after we shifted, I stood there like the wind had been knocked out of me. My heart thundered against my ribs. My knees were unsteady. I couldn’t look away from him—his hair a little longer, jaw sharper, but still the same eyes, the dark blue that I fell in love with.

Caspian.

He stepped forward, chest heaving, eyes glowing in the moonlight. My wolf whimpered. My own breath stuttered.

Then I turned and bolted.

The forest blurred as I ran, branches slicing past, the scent of moss and cold earth filling my lungs. I didn’t know why I ran or where I was going—just away. Away from the one person I wasn’t ready to face.

But he was faster.

I barely made it a hundred yards before I was yanked to a stop. His arm wrapped around my waist, and he spun me around, pressing me against a tree with just enough for