The crash reverberated through the stone halls, and before I could think of running away, he was there.
Varion.
But not the Varion I knew.
He filled the corridor in a storm of ragged breaths, his shirt completely torn, his furry chest gleaming with sweat, even his eyes were not human. They glowed faintly gold, the wolf very present, stalking behind his gaze. His movements were too sharp, too fast, every muscle drawn tight with hunger. His fangs and claws were completely out. His nose now formed into a snout.
"Hello, Veyra. I have been looking for you all night long." The beast spoke in a voice that wasn't of this world.
And then he was on me.
My back slammed against the cold wall, his body caging mine in an instant, his scent wild—earth mixed with blood and fire and smoke. His hands
