Maximus

The moment Jakob’s hands locked around my throat, something old and cold stirred beneath my skin.

I let him choke me. Let him think he had control. His grip was strong, and I’ll give him that. But he made the same mistake as the others.

He thought I was just a wolf.

As my vision narrowed, black blooming at the edges, I stopped fighting like a man.

I remembered what I was.

The hum started low, not a sound, but a sensation. A memory buried deep ...