CHAPTER SEVENTY -EIGHT
The moon hangs heavy in the ink-black sky, its light casting silver threads through the dense canopy of the forest. Dean's hand is warm in mine as we race through the underbrush, our feet barely touching the ground, the thrill of the hunt still singing in our veins. It's a night for wild things, for the magic that courses through us, and yet there's a tremor in his touch that has nothing to do with the chase.
We skid to a halt in a clearing bathed in moonlight, the world around us silent except for our ragged breaths. Dean turns to face me, the intensity in his blue eyes pinning me like prey. He's always been the more composed of us, but tonight there's an earnest vulnerability in his gaze that I've never seen before.
"Dean?" I ask, my heart pounding against my ri
