Back to the one person who could ground him when the mystery of himself became too overwhelming.
He found her still sleeping, her body curled into the space where he'd been. The sheets were tangled around her legs, and her dark hair was spread across the pillow like silk.
Silas felt something shift inside him, something dark and hungry and absolutely primal.
He'd spent months being the patient one. The careful one. The brother who took his time, who was methodical, who approached Eve with reverence and precision.
But this morning, this morning he felt something different. Something raw. Something that wanted to strip away all the careful control and just take what was his.
Mine, his wolf said with absolute certainty.
Silas moved quietly, pulling back the sheets to reveal her completely. She was naked, still half-asleep, her body beautiful and vulnerable and absolutely perfect.
