s**t.
His voice wasn’t loud.
It didn’t have to be.
It was the kind of voice that made your knees buckle and your heart slam against your chest because you knew the man in front of you wasn’t entirely human anymore.
And oh God. His eyes.
They were glowing.
Not like metaphorical glow, not like poetic glow.
Glowing.
Amber. Wild. Alpha.
The wolf was right there, just beneath the surface, breathing heavy through his chest and looking for a reason to snap.
And Tasha must’ve seen it too, because her face twisted in pure fear. Real fear. The kind you can’t fake. The kind you feel in your spine when instinct tells you you’re about to be devoured.
She staggered back.
Her lips parted like she wanted to speak.
But nothing came out.
Just a sharp inhale. Then a whimper.
And then she turne
