Chapter 25
The rogue’s snarl vibrates through the room, low and hungry, the kind of sound that makes the air feel thinner. Casey’s wolf reacts instantly, a violent surge of instinct that rips through her chest. Her spine arches, her breath catches, and her claws scrape against the floor as she stumbles backward. Her vision flickers—gold, then human, then gold again. The rogue steps toward her. Casey’s heart slams so hard she feels it in her teeth. Her wolf wants to leap, to tear, to defend, but Casey’s human mind is drowning in fear. Her legs shake. Her throat tightens. Her body feels like it’s splitting between two selves. The rogue inhales sharply, eyes narrowing. “You’re close,” he growls. “I can smell it.” Casey’s stomach twists. Her wolf snarls inside her, furious, protective, desperate for
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