[Draven].
The trees blurred past me as my feet tore into the familiar path.
This was the trail, the one Meredith and I ran every morning, the one that was supposed to steady me.
But tonight, it did nothing.
My breath came sharp and uneven from the fire burning in my veins. I stopped abruptly, bark crunching beneath my boots, and slammed my palm into the trunk of a nearby tree.
"Come out," I growled inwardly. "Enough hiding."
I was met with silence. The bastard had the audacity to stay silent.
"You knew," I said, my voice low, shaking. "You knew what we are."
Still, he didn't make any move.
The rage surged harder, dragging something dark and old with it. I felt it then—the pull beneath my skin, the unfamiliar hunger sharpening my senses beyond wolf.
"Rhovan!" I roared.
The pressure in my chest exploded, and he surfaced whether he wanted to or not.
