He’d gotten two hours of sleep—at most—the previous night, and he’d be getting even less tonight with the weight of the full moon pulling at his wolf. But he couldn’t bring himself to close his eyes, not lying next to Zelda. Her dewy skin sparkled like she’d been cast in bronze, even in the coars...
She didn’t want him to sense her anxiety or reservations just yet. Plus, she had the strangest feeling that he was reading her mind. It shouldn’t have surprised her so much. After all, she predicted deaths at the sun’s command every morning. The thought slipped through bef...