The world disappears in white.
Not soft white. Not gentle glow white.
A violent, tearing, world-cracking white that explodes out of my body in a burst so bright it blinds me from the inside. The light rushes past my skin like a storm breaking free, ripping outward in a pulse that slams into every wall of the packhouse.
Somewhere beyond the ringing in my ears, I hear glass rattling. Picture frames shaking. A distant shout. The thud of boots hitting floors as half the pack jolts awake.
But all I feel is heat.
A burning, searing, electrifying heat ripping through my veins.
Nathan is thrown back a half-step by the shockwave, but his grip on my hand does not loosen. Not even for a fraction of a second. His wolf snarls, a raw, panicked sound that vibrates through the room and rattles the b
