Ryder's jaw clenched.
He didn't answer right away. Instead, he pulled her closer, shielding her with the strength of his entire being. His heartbeat thundered against her back – a frantic, furious rhythm.
"That," he muttered darkly, "I'm not entirely sure. But… he's like me."
Reana's breath hitched. Her wolf whimpered, unsettled but no longer resisting. Ryder's presence calmed it – like an anchor in the middle of a storm.
Her hand curled against the bare muscle of his shoulder. "Tell me the truth... who are you really? He seemed to know you."
Ryder looked at her then – really looked at her. The storm in his eyes dimmed just a little, and his voice dropped to a whisper.
"Snow," he said.
Reana swallowed hard. She didn't blink. She just stared into his eyes… those red irises slowly cooling to a familiar blue.
She'd suspected it. Felt it in her bones. But hearing it… hearing it from his mouth…
