The wolf growled.
“He cannot answer.”
“He doesn’t have to.”
“Stop saying his name.”
“You are not your father, Easton.”
His body stiffened.
“You are not a monster.”
“Silence,” the wolf warned.
“You would never choose to hurt me.”
The gold in his eyes flickered.
“You’re stronger than this thing.”
“Shut your mouth!”
“You are stronger than him.”
The wolf reached for me.
I didn’t move.
“Come back to me,” I whispered. “Please.”
His hand stopped only inches from my neck.
His fingers curled.
His arm shook violently.
The muscles throughout his body tightened, and a broken roar escaped him as he fought against himself.
“Ashley...”
It was his voice.
His real voice.
I reached for his face despite the fear still tearing through me.
The wolf snapped its teeth and tried to pull aw
