I moved past the umbra of darkness to kneel beside Eli, giving Walter’s thigh a gentle squeeze. The shifter had become something different to me over the past few weeks. It felt like he was the only one who heard me sometimes. Foolishly and for reasons I couldn’t explain, I had let Walter inside my solitary box of demons. I had shared everything with him. He was the only person I’d ever told my plan. I cried on his chest the whole night. Snuggling with him in his wolf form had been one of the most enjoyable and comforting things I’d ever done.
