Chapter 12

• Nina
• Later that night, I step into the gathering. The atmosphere is lively, the energy contagious. Laughter rings through the air, and for a moment, I let myself relax. I greet familiar faces, feeling the warmth of camaraderie wash over me.
• But as the night progresses, the heat surges through me again. My wolf stirs restlessly, the scents around me—fresh pine, sweat, and the unmistakable musk of other wolves—amplifying my need. I can’t shake the feeling of being out of control, and as I excuse myself to get some air, I can’t help but think of Jaxon.