Evan's POV
I wake at dawn in the boathouse with Anna keeping watch over me, and the first thing I feel, before the pain, before anything, is the wolf.
He's awake. That's the strange, terrible, new thing. For weeks he's been buried under the pills, a muffled distant snarling, and now, off the suppressants for a day and dragged violently up by the ambush, he's awake and present and pacing inside me, close to the surface in a way he hasn't been in three years. It should terrify me. It does terrify me. But underneath the terror there's something else I wasn't expecting, something almost like relief, because for the first time in three years I can feel the whole of myself again, even if the whole of myself is dangerous.
Anna's asleep now, finally, slumped against the boathouse wall where she
