Her eyes opened to a pair of ice-blue wolf eyes glowing above her and to a giant, clawed paw sweeping down through the air toward her face. The frantic cry that climbed up her throat was silenced before it ever broke as a human palm clamped down hard over her mouth instead. Kai. A human Kai was on top of her in her darkened bedroom. “Scream and I will give you something to scream about,” he cautioned before releasing her mouth and jumping from the bed. By the time Lupe collected herself enough to sit up, Kai was in wolf form again, prowling from one end of the room to the next, emitting a low, sustained growl. His pure white coat was filthy—matted with dirt and leaf litter. And—blood? It was barely daybreak, the glow from the first rays of sunlight faintly visible on the other side of her upstairs bedroom curtains. Lupe wondered what could’ve happened to him to put him in such a state?
