FREYA
A shadow falls across me and I hear my name again and this time I recognise the voice. It's Eli
I look up and he is towering above me.
He is on his knees in the dirt. I don't know when he moved. I didn't see him cross the ground but he reacted fast and Max is a few yards behind him as well.
He is crouched over me and his hand is reaching out, and his nostrils flare the way a wolf's nostrils flare, and I watch the moment he smells the blood and his eyes drop between my legs— the pupil blowing wide, the jaw locking, something in his whole body going rigid in a way I haven't seen it go rigid in years.
"What's wrong?"
The voice is hoarse. Ragged. Not the voice he has been using with me for a year.
For one terrible half-second, a part of me I thought I had buried thinks he came swi
