The air around Waldo crackled with a dark, primal energy as the car screeched to a halt, tires skidding over the pavement, the sound echoing through the night. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles white with suppressed rage.
The harsh scent of leather and sweat mixed in the confined space, and his pulse thudded loudly in his ears. His wolf stirred restlessly inside him, its presence just beneath the surface, responding to the intensity of the moment.
Waldo's gaze flicked to Regina's unconscious form. The subtle rise and fall of her chest was the only sign of life left in her. But inside him, the beast snarled, clawing at his control, wanting to lash out. He'd protected her once, but she continuously tested his limits, pushing back, challenging him in ways that no one had dared before.
She should know better...