Aidan.
Something wasn't right.
I couldn't explain it but my chest felt tight, restless, like something beneath my skin was clawing to get out. I shifted in my seat, irritation creeping up my spine as the uneasy feeling refused to fade.
"What the hell…" I muttered under my breath.
Then it happened again, that sharp, unsettling sensation like something was scratching at me from the inside.
My wolf stirred, pushing forward, trying to take control.
A low growl rumbled in my chest as I clenched my fists. What is it? I demanded internally, trying to suppress it, but my wolf didn't respond with words, only instinct. As I immediately felt a strong pull.
My breathing shifted instantly.
Without another thought, I stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. My wolf surged forward, taking control faster than I could resist, guiding my steps with a precision that left no room for hesitation.
I followed.
No—I was being led.
