Lyra was lounging on Jake’s bed when she sensed something was wrong. Juno stirred with unease, prompting Lyra to sit up. She focused on the sensation and realized it was Jake. His emotions were pulsing through the mate bond, strong enough to raise the hairs on the back of her neck.
She stood when the bedroom door flew open.
Jake stood there, chest heaving, face flushed and damp with sweat, as if he had sprinted the entire way, which, she realized, was entirely possible. His eyes were pitch black, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he stared at her.
“Jake?” She took a tentative step forward and froze.
He crossed the room in a few strides, grabbing her around the waist and spinning them both onto the bed, Lyra pinned beneath him.
“Jacob,” she whispered.
His eyes flickered, the blackness so
