Rowan’s POV
The silver glow of the moonlight painted every movement Caroline made. I watched her, and the wolf inside me quieted, giving way to a suffocatingly human feeling I had buried successfully for years. She stood in the center of the clearing, wrapped in my heavy fur lined cloak that nearly reached her ankles, and for the first time the fire in her eyes was not shock or defiance but something pure and elemental. Wonder.
Without warning, without any sign, Caroline staggered backward. Her body went rigid, then she fell straight into the deep untouched snow.
“Caroline!” Her name exploded from my throat like a command.
I moved instantly, my boots carving deep paths through the snow. I thought she had fainted. I thought weakness or the cold had finally claimed her. But when I reache
