Desiree’s hands shook violently as she pressed them to her stomach. The cabin reeked of blood and smoke. The wooden floor was splattered crimson, and the air vibrated with the aftermath of violence. Roman stood just a few feet away, half-shifted—his eyes glowing an inhuman gold, claws dripping, his chest heaving.

She could barely recognize him. His muscles were slick with sweat and blood, his canines bared as a low, guttural growl rumbled deep in his throat.

“Roman…” Her voice ...