Desiree couldn’t stop shaking.

The forest still echoed in her mind, the crack of bone, the guttural snarl that didn’t belong to any human throat. Her heartbeat hadn’t settled since that moment Roman turned toward her, golden eyes burning through the darkness, blood glistening on his hand.

She ran until her lungs ached, stumbling through the trees, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. He wasn’t human. The thought pulsed in her head over and over, louder than her own heartbeat. He ...