Chapter 24
A soft scrape drags across the hallway floor. Casey’s breath stops. That wasn’t the house settling. That was weight. Movement. Intent. Her wolf rises so fast it nearly knocks her off balance, a hot surge up her spine that tightens every muscle. Her claws flex against the dresser wood again, leaving a thin, splintered line. Another step. Closer. Casey backs away from the door, pulse hammering so hard her vision pulses with it. The amber ring in her eyes brightens, flickering like a warning light. The bond snaps again—sharp, urgent, almost painful. Miles is running. She can feel the ground under his feet, the way his breath punches out of him in fast, controlled bursts. He’s close. Too close. Not close enough. The floorboard outside her room groans under a slow, deliberate
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