The whisper curled inside my ribs like smoke.
Good. Because I’m not done playing.
I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to shove it down. It only burned hotter.
Damien’s forehead was still against mine, his bare skin streaked with blood and dirt and the raw scent of wolf. His fingers dug into my jaw like he could hold the whole world still if he just gripped hard enough.
“Everly,” he said, voice low and rough. “Look at me.”
I did. Gold eyes. No trace of the controlled billionaire left. Just the alpha who’d waited three years and was one breath away from snapping.
“You commanded them,” he said again, like he still couldn’t believe it. “Six wolves. No training. That power… it’s silver-blood. Ancient. Soren’s been hunting it since before you were born.”
My mother’s weak cough came from
