ie

Survival, raw and desperate,

e's no point. Locke won't pay a ransom for me

ed like poiso

his face an unreadable mask of shadows. His

my leg. My phone, still in the pocket

s brushing my thigh as he pulled the phone from my pocket. It was a brief, accidental contac

s scanned the screen. The buzzing stopp

lled with notific

message, a tor

ha's manor. It's so much bi

in a trash bag on the porch.

me the

ad spent years decorating, filling with soft blankets and scented candles. Locke was look

d. A wave of naus

oto was one

title, the Moon Goddess will bless

d in the hollow space w

ncontrollable surge of energy, a physical agony born from the deepest emotional betrayal. My blood felt like it was boiling, my skin prickling with a feverish hea

rangled sob tearing from my throat

ments, suddenly gave way. My body lurc

the rush of air and the sight of th

blur o

a heartbeat, his powerful arm wrapping around my waist, yanking me back from the

f skin exposed where my shirt had ridden up.

t was... everything. A current of pure energy that made every nerve ending sing. My inner wolf, do

tension in his body, the way his mu

g, was now a stormy sea of confusion and som

ainst my back. But then, the anger seemed to drain out of him,

ely. He leaned in, his face close to my neck. I felt h

mixed with the sharp, cold air of a coming blizzard. It was powerful, intoxicating, and

ould feel it. A low, please

from the corner of my mouth. His touch was no long

d onto mine, d

ur that sent shivers down my spine. "Go back to him.

ering. "Bring it to me, a

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