As it stretches and awaken, I feel a wild joy. This odd hole of loneliness that had been within me for so long feels smaller. But there is something more than that. A spark of interest, joy, hope. A fierce love that I can’t understand.
My head whips up to meet Austin’s shocked gaze.
“Lycan,” he whispers. “It’s not possible.”
I want to say something, but my wolf—this feral creature within me—is purring.
At first, I don’t understand. I’m trying to wrap my head as I feel this new entity within me. And then, I notice how Austin’s eyes are glowing.
His wolf is very near the surface, and mine is almost making the table vibrate with how much it’s purring. I stare at him, and then I feel something inside me. It’s not my wolf, but the presence of something warm and solid. Something safe.
