Anna's POV
The first day off the pills, Evan is wrong in a way that frightens me, and it's the wrongness that gets us caught out.
He warned me it would be like this, the in-between, the wolf waking frantic from being buried too long and the reins not yet in his hands. But knowing it and watching it are different things. All day he's been off, too much and too little at once, his senses flickering back to life in bursts and then guttering, his control a thing he's fighting for by the minute. One moment he's hyper-alert, hearing things I can't, flinching at smells on the wind. The next he's dulled and shaking, the wolf surging and receding, and he's pale and sweating with the effort of holding a thing he spent weeks smothering. It's like watching someone learn to stand after months in a be
