The raw honesty steals my breath. This is what I needed—not pretty promises he can't keep, but the truth of what he's capable of.

"I'm seeing Lewis," I say, testing him. "He's already—"

His hands tighten on my shoulders—harder than he means to, fingers digging in almost painfully before he catches himself and loosens his grip.

"He's not right for you." The words come out as a snarl before he forces his voice back under control. "You don't light up when he texts. Your wolf doesn't settle ...