“Will you scream with me?” Without hesitation, Ryke easily climbs onto the counter. He has to lower his head to avoid hitting the ceiling. He stares down at me, his hands sliding against my cheeks. My chest rises in a livelier inhale, thankful for Ryke. My pillar. My wolf. My world. My life. Strongly, he says, “You ready, Calloway?” “Yes,” I breathe. And we both scream. All the darkness rippling out of me.
