Aidan’s POV
Avery’s fingers tightened around mine, her grip surprisingly firm despite having just regained consciousness. Her delicate hands, so soft and small in mine, sent a pulse of warmth through my chest.
"Are you feeling better now?" My voice was calm, but beneath the surface, I was anything but. Right now, nothing else mattered….nothing but her.
Her gaze flickered, darkened like a brewing storm, and before I could even process what was happening, she moved. Fast.
In an instant, I found myself on my back, the cool floor pressing against my spine as she hovered over me, pinning my wrists on either side of my head.
Feisty? I like that.
My wolf growled in approval, eager to push forward, to claim, to take…but I held him back. Something wasn’t right. This wasn’t just Avery acting o
