The voice purrs through my mind, rich and dark, curling around me like smoke.
And I do.
The moment all my legs hit the ground, I fly.
The night air whips against my skin but it doesn't make me cold. I think I'm coated with fur. My muscles burn, but not in pain—in power.
I feel fast, like I could outrun the wind itself, like the forest is mine to conquer. It’s intoxicating, this freedom.
"Yes," the voice in my head hums approvingly. "Now we’re talking."
I don’t respond, but I feel the way it thrums inside me, amused, satisfied.
There’s something electric in its presence, something that crackles and snaps like a barely contained storm.
“Delilah!” Caspian’s voice rings out behind me, sharp and desperate. “Stop!”
The voice in my head laughs.
"Oh, sweetheart," it drawls. "He sounds
