Luara drove fast, her hands steady on the wheel and her eyes fixed on the road that wound through the forest. Her heart beat out of sync with the engine. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the feeling that something inside her was about to break.

Nyssara moved restlessly beneath her skin, a living presence, burning in her veins.

“You feel it, don't you?” the wolf murmured, her voice hoarse and deep, vibrating in Luara's mind.

“I feel everything, and ...