I froze.
The night spun around me, flames roaring, shadows twisting, but all I could do was stare across the cliff.
The black wolf's crimson eyes locked onto mine.
They glowed brighter than fire, deeper than blood, and they did not waver even as Finn's attacks crashed against the wall of darkness shielding him.
"Yes, you heard me. Shift now and stop wasting our time."
The voice slithered through my mind with the ease of a hand pulling back a curtain.
My breath caught. That voice…
Was it him?
The man who had slipped into my dreams, whose had delivered cryptic notes, whose presence lingered like smoke and mystery? The master of the crow, the one who had whispered of escape in shadows?
Confusion spun my head.
How could he be speaking into my mind?
Whoever he was, yes, he may be an Alpha, his aura too heavy to be anything less. But this was Finn's land.
By all logic, the Alpha of these lands should be the only one able to force into my thoughts.
Unless—
