Silas's rut came two days earlier than he'd expected.When I woke at dawn, he was curled into a ball in the corner of the bed, the blanket shoved entirely onto my side and his tail wrapped tightly around his legs.He had shifted to wolf form, his body shaking, his breath hot and fast, as though he were burning."Silas?""Don't come near," he forced out between his fangs, so hoarse it barely counted as speech. "I can't control it... I'll hurt you.""You can't hurt me.""Quinn..."I threw off the blanket, went over, and gathered his head into my arms. He struggled once, far too weakly, and I hardly needed any strength at all. My fingers went through the fur at the back of his neck and pressed against his burning skin."I'm here," I said.He let out the faintest whimper, like someone finally surrendering after holding out too long. His whole body relaxed. He nuzzled against me, then went still."Your scent..." he murmured, his voice thick and drowsy. "I missed you so much.""I'm right her
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