It was an effort for Brynn not to flinch from Cedric’s touch.

As he stared into her eyes, drinking in features that belonged to the family of his past, Brynn was surprised to see pain on his face. After the stories William had told her, the fearful reverence other shifters spoke of him with, and the brief interaction she’d had with him herself, Brynn had begun to think of Cedric as a single-toned monster.

She wasn’t prepared for the ghosts dancing mournfully in his eyes. ...