Jennifer’s POV
The curtain slipped from my fingers before I realized I had dropped it.
I stumbled back a half step, my breath caught in my throat, because standing just beyond the glass—illuminated by the thin wash of moonlight breaking through the clouded sky—wasn’t a man, nor some harmless woodland creature.
It was a wolf.
A massive, black wolf, his fur slick with rain, his shoulders heaving with every labored breath. His size dwarfed anything I had ever seen outside of nightmares or folklore. His coat wasn’t just dark—it swallowed the light, like shadows had been poured over him.
But it wasn’t his size or the darkness of his pelt that froze me where I stood.
It was his eyes.
Silver. Bright, burning silver, so unnatural and piercing that they locked onto mine even through the pane
