AIDEN
I wake up already tense, my thoughts moving before I'm fully aware of where I am. The apartment is quiet, the early light dull against the windows, but my wolf hasn't calmed down since yesterday. He's pacing beneath my skin, restless and sharp, pushing at my control every time I try to slow my breathing.
"This is wrong," he says, anger and fear tangled together. "You don't push her away. You don't even pretend to."
I sit up and plant my feet on the floor, grounding myself in the familiar weight of my body. "I'm not doing this because I want to," I answer. "I'm doing it because everything around us is closing in."
"She is not the threat," he snaps. "They are."
"I know," I say, keeping my voice steady. "That's why she can't be standing next to me when they come looking
