The wolf didn't just accept my touch; he leaned into it.
He let out a low, rumbling chuff, pressing his massive head against my chest. I buried my face in his fur, inhaling the scent of him—wild, musk, and pine. It was the same scent that clung to Liam’s skin, but undiluted. Pure.
"I see you," I whispered into his ear. "I'm not afraid."
The wolf pulled back slightly, his golden eyes locking onto mine. There was a depth of intelligence there that was startling. He wasn't just a beast; he was Liam, stripped of his human inhibitions.
He turned his head toward the moon, which hung heavy and full in the sky, and let out a howl.
It started low, a mournful vibration in his throat, before rising to a piercing, melodic crescendo that tore through the silence of the night. It was a song of clai
