Eli
I don't remember falling asleep.
One moment I'm curled on the cot like a wounded animal, muscles coiled tight, staring at the water-stained rafters.
The next, the world tilts into hell, and I'm somewhere else. Somewhere dark and suffocating, drowning in his scent.
It's the lodge but twisted.
Firelight flickers against crumbling stone walls, shadows writhing like living things, and Ronan is there, waiting, broad shoulders filling the doorway.
He moves toward me, slow and predatory, every inch the monster I should run from. But my body won't f*****g move.
The bond sings, low and sultry, a pulse between my ribs that makes my skin crawl and burn.
My wolf cowers and arches in the same breath, pathetic and needy.
He reaches me and his hands catch my face, warm, calloused, fingers
