AISLYNThe silence between us stretches like a blade pressed against skin, thin, sharp, ready to cut. He stands there fully human, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, brown hair dampened by sweat, eyes burning with something between shock and disbelief.

I don’t move.

The fire in my veins still churns from my shift, electricity humming beneath my skin. My wolf watches him through my eyes, pacing inside me, teeth bared, not in fear, but in recognition. In warning. In memory of the ...