Nikolai.

The wolf who took my virginity. The wolf who didn’t care that I was human. The first person who hadn’t judged me on being a winter born. Who had liked it.

He showed me what it meant to be completely enraptured by someone in every way. I was always safe with him. The rules didn’t matter when we were together, the fact that we were different didn’t.

He saw what he wanted and he went for it; that obsession with everything I was meant everything to me. And I was obsessed with him too.

Braxton.

The werewolf who was cursed like me, to live with shadows. The one who...