Laura’s POV
“Listen to me. Listen only to my voice. Take a deep breath.” Damien’s words cut through the stillness of the woods, calm but firm. I inhaled, filling my lungs with the crisp air, letting the scent of pine and earth anchor me.
My senses were alive like never before. Every rustle of leaves, every distant bird call, every whisper of wind carried meaning. My hearing had sharpened to the point that I could hear footsteps from across the clearing. My sense of smell had become almost unnatural. My body felt stronger, more alert, every muscle coiled with potential, every nerve humming.
But control was another story entirely. My wolf side lurked beneath the surface, hungry, unbridled. Twice, anger had taken over, and I had shifted unconsciously, losing myself. Twice, I had come dange
