The clearing erupted in motion. Rogues surged forward, snarls tearing through the night like knives, but the figure in the center moved with terrifying control, as if commanding the storm around us. My fire throbbed beneath my skin, answering the wolf inside me, the pulse of danger, the unnameable pull of the stranger who knew me in ways I didn’t yet understand.

Killian’s hand tightened on my wrist, his presence a tether I both resented and craved. “Raine,” he growled, silver eyes ...