Fantasy

“Miss Elara, I presume?”

His voice rolled through the room like distant thunder — low, rich, cultured. It vibrated in my sternum. It settled into my bones.

My throat went dry. Completely, catastrophically dry. Every word I had ever learned in any language evaporated from my mind.

Because Moonlight — my wolf, my inner spirit who had been silent for a few days, dormant and still as deep water — erupted inside my skull like a storm breaking.

MATE.