Lina’s POV

I woke up with a start, the kind of awakening that made my heart race and my instincts flare. My head was pounding, the dimly lit room swimming in and out of focus, but what really snapped me to full awareness was the low, guttural growl that echoed inside me. It wasn’t my own, not my own wolf growling, but something deeper, more primal, like my wolf was responding to something she sensed, something she feared.

My throat tightened, and panic flared within me. The last thing I ...