FenrisThe embers in the hearth were bleeding out, turning from angry orange to a dull, dying red.The den was freezing again, but the cold didn't register. I just sat in the heavy oak chair in the corner of the room, perfectly still, watching the dark bear pelt rise and fall over her chest.Sera’s breathing was ragged. That forced healing was a brutal tax on the body. It hollowed out the muscles, cannibalizing fat and energy just to stitch the skin back together. Every time she inhaled, a faint, wet wheeze rattled in the back of her throat.The smells in the room were a mess. Mina had slathered her bruised ribs in some sharp, southern camphor salve that stung the back of my nose. Beneath that was the heavy, metallic stench of Taya’s blood still crusted under my fingernails. But cutting through all of it—thick and suffocating—was Sera. Citrus, vanilla, and the dark, heavy musk of pure, unspent arousal. It coated the back of my tongue. It made my fangs throb against my lower lip.Two ho
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