POV: Clara

Clara couldn’t breathe.

Daniel’s words vibrated in her chest long after his body had stepped back, long after his claws had dug into the brick. They didn’t just ring in her ears, they seared into her bones, jagged and relentless.

I’ll fuck him out of you. I’ll brand over every scar. I’ll put a cub in you, and when you feel it kick, you’ll know it’s mine.

Her pulse hitched.

She willed herself to move, boots grinding on the gravel, but ...