Ally's POV

　　The cold night whispers through the cracks in the walls of the derelict cabin we've claimed as our temporary sanctuary. Shadows dance along with the flickering candlelight, and I watch the flame's erratic performance, gathering the threads of my resolve. Elliot paces across the splintered wood floor, a caged predator wearied by confinement. His wolf mirrors his restlessness beneath the surface of his skin.

　　"Elliot," I begin, my voice threading into ...