PROLOGUEI’m crouching low, hidden deep in the bushes, when his scent reaches me.It curls around my senses before I can stop it—pine, blood, and something darker, something feral that makes my breath stutter in my chest. The scent is heady, overwhelming, a madness I shouldn’t want and yet ache to drown myself in all the same.Before I can think—before I can remind myself of who I am or why I shouldn’t be here—I feel him behind me.His presence presses into my awareness, heavy and dangerous, close enough to make my skin prickle. The air shifts, thickens, and suddenly it feels harder to breathe, as if the night itself has narrowed around us.When I turn, it isn’t abrupt. It’s slow, almost reluctant, as though some instinct inside me already knows what I’ll find and wants to delay it.Darian Raventhorn stands there.Blood marks him everywhere—streaked across his bare chest, smeared along his skin, still fresh enough to glisten under the moonlight. Power thrums from him in violent, restr
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