KALEB’S POv

The room swayed in a way that shouldn't be possible. My vision slowed, stretching Rosa’s figure across the space like she’d been painted in wet ink and smeared.

The scent of her perfume, a cloying, over-sweet jasmine flooded my senses so sharply it nearly burned my nose.

Something was wrong. I felt it immediately.

My throat tightened, muscles twitching under my skin, and an icy panic knifed through my chest.

My wolf bristled instantly, but he was muffled, and sluggish. Like ...