Laura couldn't fall back asleep after Nikolai walked her to her room. Her mind kept going back to the dream—those four wolves standing against a shadow that seemed alive somehow. And that voice, telling her to choose one or lose all.
She got up and paced the floor, moonlight streaming through the windows. This wasn't her first dream like this. Back at Dante's territory, she'd dreamed of shadow wolves too. That night after they'd...
Heat rushed to her cheeks at the memory and her p***y throbbed with want but she drove it down as she tried to focus.
These weren't just dreams. The mark on her skin had been real. She'd seen it glowing with her own eyes before it faded away. Or maybe she had been dreaming.
A soft knock at her door made her jump.
"Still awake?" Nikolai's voice came through
