“Don’t say that, Eve. You are beautiful inside and out. Believe me."
Her voice echoed in my mind, soft yet certain. My eyes burned. This was the first time someone had ever called me beautiful.
My own wolf.
"Thank you, Luna. Do you want to take control?"
Silence.
She didn’t agree right away. My brows furrowed. Why?
And then I saw the reason.
Him.
Something flickered in Killain’s gaze. A moment. Barely a second. Something unreadable, something dark.
Then, just as quickly, it was gone.
He rose to his feet, movements slow, deliberate, calculated. A predator taking his time.
I tried to stand, my legs buckling beneath me, my new form still foreign. The ground tilted, breath unsteady, and then—Killain was there.
Boots crunching against the dirt to stop in front of me. The scent of smoke clinging to him.
His silver eyes were molten steel.
Angry.
I didn’t even do anything. Why the hell were his boxers always in a twist?
Wait. Did he even wear boxers—
A rough h
