Ava's POV
Every muscle in my body locked, my breath catching halfway in my chest. My wolf went utterly still, then slowly bared its teeth inside me, a low, warning growl building deep in my mind.
I knew that voice.
It wasn’t just familiar. It was carved into me, etched into bone and memory.
“You know, humans are way scarier than ghosts, don’t you think, Miss Stone?”
My fists clenched so tightly my nails bit into my palms. I barely felt the sting. It still took me a second before I could turn, my body resisting like it already knew what I would see.
He stood a few steps above me on the stone staircase, his black coat snapping sharply in the wind. For a heartbeat, my vision blurred from the clash between memory and reality. That face had once been warm, almost kind.
Now it was ice.
H
