The new wolves hit the fence like a black tide.
Six of them. Bigger. Meaner. Their eyes burned the same cold gold, but something in them felt hungry in a way that made my skin crawl.
Damien—fully shifted now, a massive black wolf the size of a damn truck—roared and launched himself at the first two. Claws and teeth and fury. The garden exploded into chaos. Dahlias shredded. Blood sprayed across my mother’s white roses.
I should have been terrified.
Instead something inside my chest burned.
The voice in my head laughed again. That’s it, little silver. Feel it.
“Stop,” I said.
Louder this time.
The word ripped out of me like thunder. Every wolf in the garden—Damien’s enemies, not him—froze mid-leap. Paws slammed into dirt. Bodies hit the ground hard. They whimpered, ears flat, tails
