EMBER'S POV

I didn’t sleep the night he saved me.

Not because I was afraid—but because I wasn’t. That terrified me more than the glowing eyes in the woods, more than the blood-matted fur and growls that echoed through the trees. I should’ve run from him. I should’ve feared the Alpha who’d torn through that pack like fire on dry grass. But I didn’t.

Even now, lying beneath a thin blanket on the floor of his cabin, I can still feel the weight of his gaze from across the room. That night plays over and over again in my mind like a fever dream. The moment he stepped between me...