The scent twists.
At first it’s just animal—thick, coppery, close—but then something else cuts through it, sharp and electric, threading itself into the wolf’s blood like a blade slipped between ribs.
Human.
The mix detonates inside me.
My vision bleeds crimson so fast it’s disorienting. My fangs slide down hard, aching, and my nails lengthen into claws without warning. The hunger doesn’t rise this time—it takes over, slamming into me with violent certainty.
Fire flares once at my feet, wild and uncontrolled, then dies. I don’t need it.
This isn’t magic.
This is hunger.
“Skye—”
Silas is suddenly in front of me.
I feel him before I really see him, his magic already moving, dark and urgent, wrapping around the air like a brace. His eyes widen slightly when he sees mine.
“You’re tu
