POV: Clara

Clara knew he was hunting.

She knew it the way prey knew the beat of wings overhead. She felt the tether snap tight in her chest, thrumming with claws and teeth and rage, scorching her blood with heat that wasn’t hers.

Daniel was out there somewhere, teeth bared, hunting.

And she knew who he was hunting.

Her stomach dropped. She pressed her palms against the counter, fighting for control, but her hands shook so much the mug slipped, shattering ...