Chapter 4

The quiet space got impossibly quieter; even the snow picked up the atmosphere and hushed beneath his steps. For reasons he couldn’t explain, his heart sped up. He had to drop his jaw to allow for the increased need for oxygen. A new scent began to creep in his direction—spice and dust, blood and hormones. Something oddly human, but without a single iota of the fear that he normally picked up on when getting close to a person.

That thought woke his anxiety, but it also fueled his already insistent interest. So he stepped closer, then closer, and again, closer still. While instinct urged him to turn and run, back to the pups or back to the man and the wolf, the greater drive of curiosity pulled him forward—as though tethered and dragged, collared and slowly strangling—and he realized he wasn’t moving of his own will at all; his legs didn’t bend, and his paws didn’t lift.