The forest had turned into a war zone. Smoke curled in the moonlight, rogue bodies strewn across the undergrowth, some screaming, some already gone. My chest burned, fire spiraling inside me like a living thing, white-gold energy humming along my veins. My wolf was screaming, claws flexing, teeth bared, telling me to shred every last rogue in sight.

Killian was beside me, tethering me in ways I couldn’t entirely name. His body pressed to mine, his heat and control grounding me even as the ...