Manic, his wolf, lost it.
A shudder ran through him, his body locking up as a primal instinct took over. The moment shattered, his release ripping through him with the force of a hurricane, and the only thing keeping him from losing himself completely was the shock that this woman—this tiny, maddening, insane woman—had just triggered something he never thought he'd see.
Ava's body went limp in his arms, her head lolling against his shoulder. She was bloodied but breathing, barely, but Lucas wasn't sure if she'd even registered what had just happened.
Then, in true Ava fashion, she exhaled a weak, breathless chuckle.
"And you thought I couldn't do it," she murmured against his ear. "Do you still want me to schedule a visit next time?"
And then she fainted.
Lucas stared at her, utterly spent, mind still reeling from what had just transpired. Then, finally, he groaned, tipping his head back and muttering to the ceiling:
"I have got a crazy woman on my hands."
