From the very first moment I laid eyes on Lewis, something deep inside my wolf stirred a silent, bone-deep fear that didn't belong to my human side. He didn't need to speak. One look from him was enough to rattle the instincts buried in my blood. His eyes, silver and sharp, carried the weight of an Alpha who'd seen too much. It wasn't just power that gleamed there it was control. Absolute and unnerving.
He had the kind of dominance that filled every space he entered. It didn't roar it pressed. Like invisible gravity bending the air around him. His jaw was hard, his expression unreadable, and yet those eyes… those piercing eyes seemed to strip me bare, layer by layer, until even my wolf whimpered under the surface.
Still, I couldn't afford to show weakness. Not in front of him. Not when he might sense what I truly was a displaced soul wearing another wolf's skin.
So I smiled, light and careless, masking the tremor beneath.
