CHAPTER 58 Love

  Ally's POV

  I stand at the edge of the balcony, my hands gripping the cold stone rail, the air heavy with the scent of pine and impending snow.

  "Ally," Elliot's voice is a soft rumble behind me, cautious yet somehow always infused with a warmth that seems to reach inside my chest and uncoil all the knots there.

  I turn to face him, my heart hammering against my ribcage. In the shadowy light, his eyes glint like chips of obsidian, dark and deep. He doesn't know it yet, but he is my anchor in a sea that has been mercilessly tossing me about.

  "Elliot," I whisper, stepping closer. The space between us crackles with something untamed, something akin to the primal force that binds our wolves.

  "Is everything alright?" he asks, a crease of concern etched between his brows.

  I nod, not trusting my voice. Words are needless, anyway. And right now, my love for him threatens to burst from within, a love that demands expression beyond the confines of language.