The bullet screamed toward Damien’s back.
I didn’t think. I moved.
My new body—silver-white, sleek, impossibly fast—launched across the grass in a single bound. Claws dug into dirt. Muscles I had never owned bunched and released. I slammed into Damien’s side, knocking him off balance just as the shot cracked past where his spine had been a heartbeat earlier.
We hit the ground together. His human form rolled, arms locking around my wolf shoulders on instinct. Blood from his wounds smeared across my fur, warm and metallic. The bond between us exploded open wider than ever—his shock, his relief, his raw, possessive terror that I had just saved him instead of the other way around.
“Everly,” he gasped, voice ragged. One hand buried in the thick silver ruff at my neck. “You shifted. You’re—y
