When the girl collapsed, Daniel's first thought was that she was lighter than she should have been.
She lay on the warped floorboards of the roadside lodge, rainwater still dripping from her hem, hair a dark tangle across his boots. A heartbeat ago she had burst through the door, slammed into his chest, and shoved a dagger at his throat with shaking hands.
Now she was limp, breath shallow, lashes clumped with water and dirt.
Mate, his wolf snarled, pacing inside his chest. Second chance. Ours.
Daniel flexed his fingers once, forcing them to unclench.
“I know," he murmured, more to quiet the restless animal within than because she could hear him. The Moon Goddess had been cruel the first time; he had never expected to feel that bright, undeniable pull again. Yet it was there, thrumming
