.

“Enough of that,” he snarls, glaring hard down at me. My wolf howls in my soul, skittering away from him. Wrong, wrong, she murmurs, shaking, staring hard at his wolf.

His wolf, who stands in a what looks like nothing more than a puddle of oil that clings to his legs. His wolf, that’s dripping in that blackness, his eyes alight with that same blue flame just…staring out into the void of his soul.

His wolf who…who stands on the other side of…

…of a bond…

“That’s right,” the man snaps, leaning close to me. And even as Jackson’s footsteps pound louder, closer,

I can’t take my eyes away.