Elliot

I look over the formula one more time, the symbols blurring as my Lycan prowls restlessly under my skin.

Too slow, he growls. She’s out there.

“I know,” I mutter under my breath, rubbing a hand over my face. Clare’s image rises unbidden the moment I close my eyes—pale blonde hair like moonlight through frost, cognac eyes warm enough to soften stone. The ache in my chest is sharp and familiar. I’ve denied myself the thought of her for so long that letting it surface now feels like ripping open a healed wound.

She was safer without us, I remind him, the same lie I’ve fed myself for years....