Laura's eyes snapped open and her heart was already racing before she'd fully woken up, images from last night flashing through her mind in fragments that made her stomach turn—shadow wolves and blood and Zephyr's pale eyes gone completely black with darkness.

She sat up fast, then winced because her stomach should have been torn open from those claws, but when she looked down only faint scars remained, pink and new against her skin.

"The healers worked on you all night."

Laura turned to find Zephyr sitting in a chair beside her bed, and his pale eyes looked tired in a way she'd never seen before, haunted by something he...