The howl shattered the quiet like glass.
Ronan was already moving before my heartbeat even caught up. His hand closed gently but urgently around my arm, guiding me away from the window just as another howl rose outside. This one was sharper. Closer. Filled with something that did not sound like any wolf I had ever heard.
My wolf responded instantly. She surged forward, slamming against my ribs, her instincts screaming for action. Danger. Threat. Hunt.
Ronan cursed under his breath and turned toward the door. “Stay here.”
That was a joke.
I grabbed my coat from the chair even as he reached for the handle.
“Ayla, do not,” he warned.
“Something is wrong,” I said. “You feel it.”
“That does not mean you run toward it.”
“Then what should I do? Sit on the bed waiting for something to bre
