Chapter 37

• It’s as he says. After I blacked out, there was a moment of pause when he stopped, pulled my face to him from the pillows, and looked me over, aware I was no longer responding. His voice laced with concern, asking if I was okay and trying to rouse me. Genuinely afraid he’d hurt me or pushed me too far and that maybe he had stopped me from being able to get air. He turned me over carefully, checked my breathing, leaned in, and tried to stroke my face to wake me, saying my name softly.
• It’s like I stopped and became vacant, and there were long seconds of no response from me. He released his hold on me, panic rising inside him. Afraid he had done something to me, he checked my pulse, stroked my face again, and tried to shake me, whispering my name softly. He didn’t do anything more to hurt me, just wanted to bring me round. When it looked like he started moving to pull me up to sit, drenched in concern, I exploded, transforming in a blink, like he’d woken the dormant beast.
• My wolf form seemed to combust out of nowhere; my eyes snapped open, burning red with the rage of Lucifer, and then all hell broke loose. Just like he said, it did. I was out for his blood, relentless, and I don’t recognize myself in the memory.