Wild Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #4)

by Caroline Peckham

A shimmer of silver light made me turn my arm over, finding my mate mark gleaming on my wrist. A ragged breath left me as I touched it, the silver glow turning molten gold, flaring to life and making my heart thunder in my chest. That flood of light washed along my skin, dousing me in its beauty and making me gasp in confusion as it sank into my blood. The light of the moon slid into my chest and I could have sworn it was stitching the pieces of my broken soul back together, weaving something utterly beautiful into my being. With a feel of rippling, heated liquid, something settled inside me and I shivered at the sensation of my Lion reuniting with my body, the power tumbling through me, giving me a head rush. I glanced up at the moon in shock, sensing her watching me and a thanks parted my lips in a heady groan. She had done this, granted me this gift and allowed my Lion to return to me. I could feel how easy it would be to shift, to return to that incredible, natural form of mine and let it free at long last.

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