Avery’s POV
I arrived in the garden, coffee in hand, before the sun was up.
I had slept fitfully. My mind couldn’t stop thinking about what could have happened if I hadn’t been able to help Gideon and his wolf.
If he had gone berserk, there’s a very good chance I would have been his first victim.
I remembered the way Gideon’s eyes had flashed, the involuntary shifting that had taken him over so quickly.
I didn’t know if my wolf could always hear me, or feel my emotions, but I sent her the most loving thought I could. We might never have shifted, but even I could feel the horror of knowing at any time you might lose your free will and be forced to harm those you cared about the most.
I wasn’t sure, but I thought I felt a faint echo come back from my wolf, reflecting back my expre
