Aurelius’s POV

The moon pulled at me like a physical force, a tide in my blood that had been building all day. My skin felt too tight, my bones aching with the need to shift. The wolf was pacing beneath my skin, restless and eager, barely contained.

And through it all, I was hyperaware of Ivan beside me, his hand in mine as we walked through the grounds toward the private section of the estate. The farthest corner from the main house, where trees grew thick and wild, where no one would hear or see what happened tonight.

“How does it feel?” Ivan asked, his thumb brushing across my knuckles....