The air in Riverstone felt different that night.
Heavier.
Charged with something unnamed and restless, like a storm hovering just beyond the horizon, waiting for a single crack of thunder to break loose. Ember felt it the moment she stepped onto the stone path leading back to the pack house. Her chest felt tight, her thoughts tangled, her wolf unusually restless beneath her skin.
She had barely escaped the training grounds before her legs began to shake.
Evan.
The way he had held her.
The way his voice had sharpened when Aiden so much as breathed in her direction.
You don’t get to lose control around her.
The words replayed in her mind, again and again.
Why her?
She pressed a hand over her chest, trying to calm the unfamiliar ache there. She had faced fear before—real fear—but th
