The forest was earily quiet, as though it, too, was holding its breath. Even the wind seemed to hesitate, weaving between the trees in slow, cautious strokes. Glosh crouched on the edge of the cliff, the moonlight glancing off her pale hair, illuminating her face in ghostly silver.
Her heart refused to calm, hammering against her chest as her wolf stirred violently beneath the surface, restless and hungry. She had spent the night tossing and turning, trying to wrestle the surge of energy, power, and fear that the Alpha had awakened in her the previous evening.
She hated him. She hated the way he had dominated her senses without touching her—had made her feel exposed, vulnerable, yet alive in a way she hadn’t felt in years.
And yet, even now, in the shadowed silence of the forest, she co
