My jaw snaps sideways. I taste copper. The wolf roars behind my teeth. Something old and patient and carefully banked just burned through the last of its fuel.
“Don’t you ever talk about Alex like that,” she says.
My head turns with it. Hard. My cheek burns and my wolf lunges forward so fast my vision goes dark at the edges. I swallow him down. The taste of copper fills my mouth. My jaw throbs. Something old and patient and carefully banked just burned through the last of its fuel.
The room is very quiet. The amber light. The cold coffee. Her perfume reaching me now, coffee and fabric softener and the warm thing underneath that is just her skin. Just the scent I’ve been living inside for five weeks.
I turn my face back to hers. Slowly.
“Don’t ever put your hand on me again.”
“Don’t
