GWEN
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
I hadn’t even felt her stir. One moment I was fighting to catch my breath, and the next,my wolf had risen from the depths, dragged by rage and heat like a tide I didn’t remember calling.
Rian stepped toward me cautiously, his golden eyes narrowing as he took in my shaking form.
“Gwen,” he said slowly, “you need to breathe.”
But I couldn’t.
My breath came in jagged breaths. The world spun sideways. My chest felt too tight. My vision flickered at the edges with black, and then…
Silver.
My eyes. I could feel it.
They burned. Everything seemed so blurry.
Not with pain. But with light. With someone foreign.
Rian froze. “Shit.”
I staggered to a tree, gripping the bark hard enough that splinters broke off in my palms. My claws dragged deep
