The voice purrs through my mind, rich and dark, curling around me like smoke.
And I do.
The moment all my legs hit the ground, I fly.
The night air whips against my skin but it doesn't make me cold. I think I'm coated with fur. My muscles burn, but not in pain—in power.
I feel fast, like I could outrun the wind itself, like the forest is mine to conquer. It's intoxicating, this freedom.
"Yes," the voice in my head hums approvingly. "Now we're talking."
I don't respond, but I feel the way it thrums inside me, amused, satisfied.
There's something electric in its presence, something that crackles and snaps like a barely contained storm.
"Delilah!" Caspian's voice rings out behind me, sharp and desperate. "Stop!"
The voice in my head laughs.
"Oh, sweetheart," it drawls. "He sounds panicked. Our mate doesn't like when his little human runs, does he?"