Evander's POV
The sound that tore out of me wasn't human. Low, guttural, vibrating straight from my chest into hers. A growl, deep enough to make the air tremble, dragged across her ear.
"You have no idea," I murmured, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear, "how dangerous I can be. You wander around blind, defiant, mouthing off like you're untouchable. Do you even realize what you're playing with?"
Her breath caught. She stiffened beneath me, and then I heard it—my name on her lips.
"Evander?"
Uncertain. Questioning. Fragile.
That sound, the way she shaped my name with her trembling voice, punched straight into my chest. I felt it reverberate all the way down to the wolf clawing inside me.
Her breathing shifted. Quicker. Shallower. I didn't need sight to know her body was betraying her. Her legs clamped together, tight, as if trying to put distance between us—even though I was already pressed down against her.
