Ruby's POV

The wolf’s breathing was loud in the stillness. Warm puffs of air brushed against my wrist where my hand rested on its fur. For a moment, it felt… too familiar.

My fingers shook as I leaned closer. “John,” I whispered, almost afraid to hear my own voice.

Its ears flicked at the sound. My heart clenched.

But just when I thought I had my answer, the wolf stepped back. Its gaze held mine for one long heartbeat, then it turned and walked toward the trees.

“Wait,” I ...