CHAPTER SEVEN
LEIGH
I woke before dawn because my body refused to believe I was safe.
For one disorienting moment, I forgot where I was.
The room was unfamiliar. The mattress beneath me was softer than the narrow cot I'd slept on for the last three years, and instead of hearing wolves patrolling outside my window, I heard the low, comforting rumble of motorcycles somewhere beyond the clubhouse walls.
Iron Hollow.
I was still here and alive.
The realization should have brought relief.
Instead, my chest tightened.
Yesterday replayed itself in brutal flashes. A hand around my wrist. The fear that had broken through every wall I'd spent years building. Power spilling out of me without permission. A man collapsing at my feet because my gift—or curse—had decided he was a threat.
I stil
