58. Moon fever

Celine

In those moments, my eyes find him again, the man that used to be the center of my universe. With a forbidden roar, he grabs the last wolf and yanks the head off the body savagely before throwing them on opposite sides of the room.

He looks like a beautiful, terrible angel of death. Finally, I know why anyone that ever saw him transform called him a demon wolf and warded themselves against him. His eyes meet mine just as Flinn unhinges huge jaws, releasing my leg and lunging for my throat. I bring my hands up to protect myself with a scream but even I know the futility. So this is how it ends with us, he watches me die and my last memories of him is seeing his cock buried deep in Emma.

In that split second, the moon takes over. I feel the change, as does every other wolf but now I am the only one that remains sane. Lor and Flinn have been hanging on by a thread but they are finally under moon’s thrall. Their primitive halves, their wolves are now in control and they are com