When the transformation finished, a massive brown wolf stood where Mr. Chester had been moments before.
Thick, glossy fur the color of dark chocolate caught the light, promising warmth and wildness. His eyes—those same impossible purple eyes—locked onto mine, glowing faintly. Long, deadly fangs glinted as his lips pulled back slightly, not in threat, but in something almost like recognition.
This was Riley.
The one who had bitten me last night.
The one who had claimed me in the dark.
The wolf standing before me had to be the Riley he speaks of. So they hadn’t been lying after all—they truly weren’t human. I frowned slightly as he remained still, watching me. Was Mr. Chester still in there somewhere, buried beneath all of this?
Then, slowly, he began to move toward me.
For someone in
