Eleanora’s POV

It started in my chest, a slow, searing pulse like a second heartbeat.

Then the heat bled into my limbs.

Not warmth.

Power.

Ancient. Wild. Angry.

I jerked upright in bed, drenched in sweat, fingers trembling. Something was inside me, alive and rising. The bond between Gannon and me pulsed steady, anchoring me. But this? This was older than love. Older than the packs.

My wolf stirred, howling not in pain but demand.

“Gannon,” I gasped, clutching my chest. “Something’s wrong.”

The door slammed open, and he was there in an instant. His presence steadied me only for a moment.

Then my spine arched.

Claws burst through my...