Artemisia

I can’t recognize the voice, and yet, it sounds incredibly familiar. It feels as if it had always belonged in my head.

Is his wolf talking to me?

Inhaling sharply, I open my mouth to say something but my voice fails me.

Instead, I chose to move my hand up to pull down the border of my blanket, exposing me to him, as he instructed me to.

The red flecks that have appeared in his eyes take over the entire iris, glowing as Fynn flashes me a wolfish smile.

I ignore my heart beating ...