DAVE
Alpha Rising
The change starts in my bones, a deep thrumming that pulls me from sleep like a hook through marrow. My wolf rises closer to the surface than he's been since Beauregard's poison burned through my veins three months ago, bringing with it the other thing—the darker edge of dominance that I'd thought we'd left behind. But Kat's pregnancy has awakened something primal, something that looks at our growing territory and sees threats in every shadow.
She sleeps beside me, one hand resting on her still-flat stomach, protective even in dreams. The sight triggers a possessive snarl that I have to swallow before it wakes her. Mine. Carrying mine. The thoughts come sharper now, edged with the absolute certainty that made me terrifying in those first weeks after the coma.
I slide
