Michael's pov

I wasn't quiet, but the camp was.

I hadn't felt at ease since that evening with Matilda. Coiled too tightly in my chest, it was a storm. My aura was heavier, my strikes were crueler, and my claws were sharper from training. My strength was shifting, warriors muttered.

They were correct.

When she was close, I felt it the most. when her hand unintentionally touched mine. In the firelight, her eyes met mine. I almost lost myself in the way she shook against me when I pushed her ...