Sometime around 2 a.m., Evelyn stirred.
She shifted restlessly beneath the covers, drawn unconsciously toward the steady source of warmth on the far side of the bed. Her hand reached out in her half-sleep and landed on something solid, warm, and surprisingly firm. Not fur. Skin. Smooth, heated skin stretched over hard, defined muscle. It felt like a strong arm and shoulder, radiating heat that seeped into her palm and traveled up her wrist. Without thinking, she sighed softly and snuggled closer, pressing her entire body against the warmth. She draped her arm fully across it and hugged tight, burying her face into the crook of what felt like a broad, bare shoulder, seeking comfort after the nightmare that had nearly consumed her earlier.
A low, rough breath hitched sharply in the darkness.
Enzo lay completely frozen in his human form, every muscle locked in shock.
"I— How did I shift back? It shouldn't have been possible. So why?" he hissed inside his own mind.
