I woke before dawn with the unsettling sensation that someone had reached into my aura and brushed the inside of my mind with cold fingers. Not a nightmare. Not a memory. Something outside me. Something real.
My wolf rose instantly, hackles up, teeth bared, pacing beneath my skin with a low, vibrating growl. The hair on my arms stood straight. A chill ran all the way down my spine.
I sat up slowly, pulse thudding in my throat. The room was dark except for the faint gray light of early morning spilling through the curtains. Everything looked normal. Too normal. The stillness was the wrong kind. The kind that comes before something breaks.
My wolf pressed harder against my ribs. Warning.
I scanned the room. My gaze snagged on the window.
It was cracked open.
Only an inch. Maybe two. En
