The Bane And The Alpha Beast
A wolf—massive, silver-gray, with darker streaks across his haunches—was curled beside the hearth.
He was asleep. No… he was pretending to be asleep. I could feel it. The tension in his stillness. The awareness in every breath.
His eyes cracked open the moment I moved. And in the blink of a heartbeat, the wolf was gone.
Fur gave way to flesh, bones realigning with a quiet crack of magic. A man stood where the wolf had been.
Caelan.
Naked.
I startled and immediately turned my head, throwing an arm over my eyes like that would do anything. Heat flooded my face. Gods, I’d seen him—broad shoulders, scarred chest, narrow waist, the cut of muscle down his stomach that vanished into—