As my vision cleared, I realized a grey wolf lay beside me, its warmth cocooning me against the cold. Its immense tail stretched over half of my small body, acting like a blanket. Despite its size, I felt no fear. Somehow, I already knew its name—a human name.

Oberon.

That was who he was, the wolf that shielded me from the chill of the night.

I sat quietly, watching him. My faint movements stirred him awake. Lifting his massive head, he brushed his furry forehead and ears against my ...