Marybeth
Choice. That was the dangerous part. Not the gas. Not the moon hanging enormous and silver outside the cabin windows. Not even the heat tearing through my body until every nerve felt too raw beneath my skin.
The dangerous part was that Rowan had warned me. Again and again. And I understood him completely. I knew this wasn’t normal. Knew something had been released into the forest during the attack.
Some kind of engineered pheromone designed to destabilize wolves during a full moon. Another pack tested weaknesses before pushing deeper into disputed territory. Weaponized instinct. That was what this was.
But even knowing that … I still stepped closer. Because the gas wasn’t creating something new. It was stripping away the barriers I had spent years building around feelings I n
