Diana
My heart pounds in my chest, the rapid thud echoing in my ears as those familiar blue eyes pin me in place. Fear, a familiar companion, envelops me, making my limbs feel weak and unsteady. Unbidden, images resurface in my mind – the agonized screams of the men, the sickening sounds of flesh tearing and bones shattering.
Instinctively, I take a step back, and the wolf responds with a menacing snarl that freezes me in my tracks. The primal fury in that guttural sound makes my blood run cold. But as soon as I stop moving, the snarl cuts off abruptly, and the wolf simply stares at me, unblinking.
Swallowing hard, I try to slowly ease another foot backwards, but the wolf immediately resumes his threatening growl. Keeping my gaze locked on those glowing blue orbs, I bring my foot back to its original position, and the growling stops once more. There is no trace of humanity in those eyes, only the wild, predatory focus of a hunter.
"Oh goddess, oh goddess, please," I whisper, the wor
