ert, waiting for something. Thorne was everywhere-in my thoughts, in my dreams, and even in my n

chores, cleaned the house, even took a walk through town, just to try to push away the thoughts that kept coming back. But nothing work

most of all, about him being a werewolf. As absurd as it sounded, a part of me knew it was true. My

words: "You will want me more than anything." The worst part was, deep down, I knew he was right. With each passing day, I felt

this happen. I couldn't. I didn't belong to anyone, much

heading toward the forest

was as if the place had a life of its own, as if I couldn't avoid it. Each step felt heavier, ye

rmer, denser, as if the very atmosphere was charged with energy. My

e, watching me. It was like he already knew I would come. That same intense gaze, as if he could see right thr

ing to avoid me," he sa

my arms, trying to seem indifferen

ight but firm. Every movement he made seemed calculated, as if he kne

ce was soft, but loaded with a prov

dn't have one. I should be running from him, not comin

nderstand," I muttered

est. When I looked up, he was so close I could feel his breath. My heart raced, as it always did when h

?" He tilted his head, hi

body felt stuck. "You say I'm yours, but I'm not. I don't belo

at predatory smile tha

already feel it, don't you? This bond between us. Every

But the truth was different. I felt it. With each passing second, this connection seemed to pull me toward

ng to hide how vulnerable I felt at

d it was like an electric current ran through my body. I swallowed h

a whisper, rough and soft at the same time. "The full moon is almost here. And whe

felt like a prophecy, as if something

?" My voice came out

d, a low, pro

ou'll want me like you've never wanted anything. And when th

ter how much I wanted to fight, something inside me longed

eyes still locked on mine, but I

th that tone of certainty. "Because when the fu

arkness of the forest. My heart still pounded, my t

wn, I knew

And when it came, I wouldn