The scent of the forest was sharp in my nose, each breath tinged with damp earth and the metallic tang of the rain that had fallen hours earlier. The moonlight slipped through the treetops in fractured streams, catching in the silver strands of mist curling between the trunks. My wolf shifted restlessly inside me, her unease mirroring my own.
We weren’t alone.
I could feel him.
Not just in the way a prey animal senses the predator, but in the deep, instinctual pull in my blood — that strange ache that had haunted me since the night we met.
Dominic Raine.
His name was both a warning and a promise. A curse and a temptation.
I tightened my cloak around my shoulders, pretending I didn’t feel the weight of his gaze from somewhere in the shadows. “You’ve been following me for an hour,” I s
