Like the real Easton.
But almost immediately, his pupils narrowed again.
The wolf bared his teeth.
“Still fighting me?” he snarled, though he wasn’t speaking to me.
His hands released my neck so abruptly that I collapsed onto the bathroom floor.
I dragged air into my lungs and began coughing uncontrollably. My chest burned with every breath, and tears spilled from my eyes.
Easton stumbled back and gripped the edge of the sink.
His entire body trembled.
“Get out of my head,” he growled.
For a fleeting moment, his eyes returned to normal.
Then his head snapped toward me.
Gold swallowed them again.
“He is stubborn,” the wolf said with irritation.
I stared at him from the floor.
“What are you?”
His lips pulled away from his teeth.
“I am everything he is afraid to become.”
Som
