(When you're dancing on stage and lock eyes with a male werewolf, Orlando sitting in VIP. And your mating bond snaps into place."What do you think you're doing up there, Angel?" His voice rings in your mind.You pretend you don't hear him and keep dancing with your friend enjoying the weight of his gaze on you...Then a thundering growl rips through the club. You turn to see Orlando stalking towards you and...)