Draven stirred long before dawn.
Elaria had begun to fall into a restless sleep on the edge of the bed, her blanket tightly wrapped around her like armor, when his body tensed beside her. Initially, the change was slight. A sudden gasp for air. He growled low in his throat. His back then abruptly arched, muscles seized, and he felt as though unseen hands were choking him.
“Draven!” Jumping to her feet, Elaria felt her heart race. She instinctively grabbed for him, then held back.
You made a mistake by touching him.
His hand sprang out and grabbed her wrist with savage vigor as soon as her fingers touched his shoulder. Gleaming, untamed, blinding golden eyes sprung open.
She was unable to breathe for a moment.
He had his wolf near the surface.
He tightened his grip, pressing hi
