Chapter 252

• Third Person's POV
• The amber glow in Lance's wolf eyes reflected the candlelight as cedar pheromones suddenly enveloped Adelaide, carrying a hint of drunken richness.
• The temporary mark on the back of Adelaide's neck suddenly grew warm—the irresistible attraction between werewolf mates made her subconsciously grip his hand. Her fingertips touched the pulsing gland in his palm, transmitting the same frequency of joyous tremors.