"You can't outrun a bond, Nyra. You can only decide whether to fight it or let it burn you alive."
Sleep was a war I did not win. By the time dawn split the horizon, pale light spilling across the sky, I was still pacing my chamber like a caged wolf. My body hummed with the memory of her lips, my wolf prowled endlessly inside my head, and my mind refused to quiet. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Taemin. Her startled eyes, her parted lips, the way her breath hitched when I leaned closer. Every time I tried to shove it away, my wolf growled low and steady, reminding me of the pull that had been ignited, and every time I tried to argue with myself, another memory surface,d the sharp voice of Niko, steady and foreboding, warning me weeks ago.
