Slowly, she lifted her head.
Her eyes—wide, clear, and storm-dark with a chaotic mixture of shock and unspoken emotion met mine. The defensive mask she always wore in front of me had completely cracked, exposing a raw, breathless vulnerability that made my heart hammer against my ribs like a trapped beast.
I stared down at her, my fingers remaining motionless against hers, entirely unable to tear my eyes away. In that frozen second, the crushing weight of everything I was hiding from her felt like a iron collar around my neck. She looked at me with a sudden, terrifying shift in her gaze—not just anger, not just suspicion, but something deeper, warmer, and infinitely more dangerous.
She's feeling it too, my wolf whispered, a dark, possessive urge roaring through my veins.
No, my mind sl
