Harper
I closed my eyes.
The silver-blue world snapped off like a killed screen and the dark rushed back in, total and absolute. My hand was still on his collar. His pulse hammered under my fingertips. Mine was doing something in the neighborhood of cardiac emergency.
Breathe. Breathe. You are a professional. This is a medical procedure. Proceed.
I pressed my palm flat against the metal and pulled myself back into the channel.
The sync deepened.
Sound came first. My own heartbeat, but his version of it. Deep. Resonant. A heavy, filthy rhythm that made my stomach tighten.
Then scent flooded in: warm skin, sun on pine, something darker and sweeter underneath that I realized with a jolt was me. The chemical truth of my body stripped bare by wolf senses. Honey and salt and something unm
