Lights danced outside Brynn’s eyelids - soft hues flitting this way and that like fireflies. She was warm. Not just the heat inside her - that heat was still there, somehow - but outwardly as well. A soft, pleasant warmth soaked into her skin. Something caressed her body, soft and supple. She sighed as she stirred against the silky fur, and then she froze.

Fur.

The wolf.

With a shriek, her eyes flew open as she scrambled away from the fur wrapped around her body. The ...