The world returned in jagged shards.
First, the crackle of a fire. Then, the scent of mountain pine and the heavy, metallic tang of the silver chalice.
I opened my eyes, my lashes feeling like lead. I was tucked beneath the dark furs of the Alpha’s bed. Panic flared. Am I dead?
"Don't move. Your body is still processing the shift."
The voice was a low, gravelly anchor. I turned my head to see Silas. He looked like he’d been through a war. His jaw was shadowed with stubble, his blue eyes bloodshot with exhaustion.
He looked... vulnerable. Human.
"How long?" I rasped.
"Two days," Silas said, leaning forward. His hand shook slightly as he poured me water—a detail that made my heart ache. He pressed the glass to my lips, his skin feeling like a heated brand against mine. "The poison nea
