Rowan and Shanna had surrendered to a night of wicked passion in the secluded cabin, lost in the primal intensity of their bond. But now, as dawn barely touched the horizon, Brayden—the beast within Rowan—had taken over, claiming her with the raw hunger of his wolf.
Now, spent and satiated, Shanna lay draped across his massive, furry chest, her fingers idly running through the thick strands of his fur. The rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing was a soothing lull, but her mind was restless.
Brayden, more attuned to her thoughts than Rowan in his human form, rumbled in contentment, though his blue eyes remained keen, watching her. What troubles you, mate? he asked through their mind-link, his deep voice brushing through her thoughts like a warm breeze.
Then, it hit her.
A sudden visio
