Kieran -
I felt her approach before I saw her—a disturbance in the forest's rhythm that made my wolf pace restlessly beneath my skin. From the high balcony of the east tower, I had an unobstructed view of the path that wound through the ancient oaks, and I'd been standing here since dawn, waiting with the patience of a predator who knew his prey was coming.
The waiting had been t*****e.
Twenty-seven years of isolation, and now every minute felt like an hour, every hour like a day. My hands gripped the stone balustrade hard enough to leave marks, claws threatening to emerge as control slipped by degrees. The wolf wanted to shift, wanted to race down that path and claim what was rightfully ours. The man fought to maintain distance, to preserve whatever remained of civilized behavior.
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