"You're stuck," Ren whispered again.
The white tiger didn't answer. He kept his golden eyes fixed on the fading sunset, completely silent.
Ren's stomach dropped.
She knew the rules. Once a male shifted into his beast form under the influence of the Feral Madness, there was no going back. That was the point of no return. After that came the red eyes, the hunger that no food could fill, and then nothing at all. Just a Shadow Beast wearing a familiar face.
"No. Nope. Absolutely not," Ren muttered, scrambling across the cave on her hands and knees.
She grabbed the tiger's massive face with both hands and pulled it down to her level. He let her. His head was nearly as wide as her shoulders, and one snap of his jaws could have taken her arm clean off, but he allowed her to drag him close until his hot breath fanned across her nose.
She stared into his eyes.
Gold. Warm, deep, molten gold. Not a single speck of that terrifying, glowing crimson.
Ren let out a long, shaky breath.
