The road was dark, the storm rolling in overhead, and you hadn’t seen the massive shape dart out until it was too late. The impact sent a jolt through your hands, tires screeching as you slammed the brakes. Heart hammering, you stumbled out, expecting the worst—an injured animal, something wild and untamed.

What you didn’t expect was for the massive wolf to groan and shift. Bones cracked, limbs stretched, fur melted away into skin. And suddenly, there he was—Derek Hale, glowering at you from the pavement, shirtless, bruised, and radiating irritation.

You stepped back, mind scrambling for logic, but logic had no place here. A moment ago, he had been a wolf. Now, he was a man—broad shoulders tense, jaw clenched, blue eyes flashing with barely restrained anger.

The storm rumbled above, but nothing felt more dangerous than the man wolf in front of you.

And you had just hit him with your car.