SOLANA
I blacked out. My wolf was in control now, and there was a terrifying emotion swelling inside of me. A horrid mix of rage and disgust. I tried to push past the murkiness clouding my mind and senses, but it was useless. All I could do was worry. Had Amira struck again? Was my husband alright—
"...at me. Look at me, Solana. It's me." Roman's voice drifted into the dark space, spurring me into pushing harder. And when I finally pushed to the surface, the sight before me made me feel nauseous. There was blood on my palm. Blood on Roman's neck, flowing down and staining the blanket in small drops. And worst of all, my claws were lodged deep in his skin. Still, he gazed at me with unrelenting trust.
A sob tore out of my throat, a whimper escaping my lips.
"Roman," I croaked, terrified
