The memory wolf

ving, and every nerve screaming. My hands were clawed into

ght burned brighter than anything els

it ever

ied in the underbrush. His han

. are y

tant howl, the echo of my own ragged breathing, all felt amplified. My wolf roared si

th is happe

to my feet. "We need to repor

lves, this was deeper. My stomach dropped. I had felt it before, the

. His grip tightened

d hungry. I didn't know what it wanted but I knew it wanted so

ad gathered. The bonfire was smoldering, embers flickering weakly as t

ned, but they could sense that

is expression was grim, but he didn't look at

dy shows no signs of human or rogue attack. Whoever or

ugh my tight throat. My pulse s

knew

noticed how tense I was, because his voice

. "Felt

." He swallowed har

inch

always knew

pered, loud enough for him to hear. I couldn't

t at least. I only know that my wolf is suddenly alive, and it react

of the night seemed to drop. He didn't speak, just star

y with Mira. Do not leave t

wolf laughed. The words echoed l

my body strained toward the forest. Every sense screamed that the silver-eyed creature hadn't

t sit, couldn't calm the pulse in my veins. Every whisper of movement, every s

heard i

the footsteps of something massi

ungry, restless, alive. It wanted to

nding me. "It's just a wolf," he wh

ad slowly. "N

and the silver-eyed creatur

vements were liquid, predatory, elegant, deliber

hen-smile or no smile-I felt it in

didn't just feel fear. I felt recognition. C

wasn't wolf. But s

change instantly.

eart hammered, my teeth itched, my hands wanted to dig, tear,

it spok

e read

Every heartbeat, every whisper of wind, every rustle of leaves

gate, my teeth sharpen, my senses fracture. I was

hat was happening, the s

ght a