POV: Daniel

The tether jerked hot in the middle of the night.

I’d been walking the perimeter of her street, the distance between us stinging cold to try to drive the animal out of me. My boots left ruts in gravel, my claws shredded bark off the trees lining the town limits. But the second her cry sliced through the bond; my knees nearly gave.

It wasn’t a scream of fear.

It was surrender.

God help me—I think he’s right.

Her voice was ragged, roughed ...