Arthur jolted upright in bed, his eyes sharpened to gold slits and his fangs bare. His wolf was torn between a howl and a snarl, scratching beneath his vision. Sweat clung to his chest as he breathed in short gasps of air.

'Help me' a whimper echoed faintly.

His heart twisted and tightened, like it was being crushed. A sense of dread and fear filled him, turning him alert and conscious.

There was danger.

He dragged his hand over his face. "What the hell is happening to me?"

He could no ...