I jerked awake with a gasp, my hand flying to the spot where Kaelen's fangs had pierced my skin in the dream. My fingers traced over smooth, unmarked flesh, finding no evidence of the claiming bite that had felt so real moments ago. My heart hammered against my ribcage, and my body still hummed with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Had it all been just a dream? The transformation into a wolf, running through the moonlit forest, Kaelen claiming me—it had felt more vivid than anything I'd ever experienced. I could still feel the phantom sensation of fur rippling across my skin, the exhilarating freedom of racing on four paws, the incredible connection to something wild and primal inside me.
"What the hell was that?" I whispered to myself, sitting up in bed.
