Light crawled over my skin like a living thing.
I blinked hard, trying to force my eyes to make sense of the shapes winding across my forearm. They shifted in slow spirals, threads of silver sinking beneath the surface, then rising again to trace new patterns. It felt like warm fingers dragging along my bones from the inside.
My breath caught.
“Nathan.” I grabbed his shoulder. “Nathan, wake up.”
He did not move.
I shook him harder. “Nathan. Get up.”
Nothing.
He slept like someone trapped underwater. His chest rose and fell, steady and strong, but his eyes did not twitch. His ears did not flick. His wolf did not stir. It was wrong. Too still. Too quiet. Nathan never slept like this.
“Nathan.” Panic tightened my throat. “Please. Wake up.”
I pressed my hand to his cheek. The moment m
