Chapter 5 Rejecting The Bond

• Olivia stared up at the towering werewolf who had her pinned against the tree trunk, feet dangling above the forest floor. His commanding presence radiated an aura of such primal ferocity that she felt enveloped in the untamed essence of the wilderness itself.
• As she gazed up into eyes blazing with otherworldly, azure embers, she found herself momentarily entranced by the sight - like staring into a pair of miniature suns burning with feral, barbaric glory. In their searing depths, glimmers of something feral yet profoundly sentient swirled, scrutinizing her with a predatory intensity that made her insides flutter.
• She knew in the marrow of her bones that this was no ordinary beast. From the contours and sheer mass of his physique to the smoldering embers of cognizance in his gaze, everything about him exuded an air of supreme domination over the natural world. He was power incarnate given wolfish, masculine form.