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AzrielI spent the next five days trying to drown myself with work in the village, hoping it would help me cope with the constant restlessness under my skin. The wolf kept pacing, restless and hungry, growing bolder with every hour that brought the full moon closer.I needed distraction. I needed exhaustion. I needed anything that would burn through the energy coiling tight in my muscles before it consumed me entirely. Running wasn't doing it for me anymore. Beside, I couldn't fully transform to become what I was which sometimes helped when I ran.I threw myself into every task I could find.The village men needed training either way, so I just started earlier.I started with the basics: patrol routes, perimeter checks, how to actually stay awake when you're supposed to be watching for threats. Then I moved to hand-to-hand combat, showing them how to use their bodies as weapons instead of just carrying sticks around like security blankets.Kofi had laughed when I corrected his grip on

AzrielI had been so lost in her.The sound of her moan against my mouth, the feel of her skin against mine. The way she had arched into me every time I so much as brushed her hip, her thigh, the curve of her waist. She had been fire in my arms, and I had been the moth too desperate to burn.Everything had gotten into my head. The scent of her arousal, the taste of her on my tongue, the way she'd screamed my name.I'd gotten drunk on the ecstasy.And I'd let the wolf slip out.I hadn't even felt it happening. One moment I was human, lost in the heat between us, and the next my canines had lengthened, sharp and hungry, and I'd done the one thing I'd promised myself I would never do.I'd bitten her.The noise in my head, the constant, painful ache of the wolf's restlessness, calmed down the moment her blood burst into my mouth. It was sweet, intoxicating. A peace I'd never felt before took over me. A relief I hadn't even known existed.A peace I didn't even deserve, because Seraphina wa

SeraphinaIt was still amazing how fast the wound on my neck had healed, leaving only two small faint marks that looked like permanent love bites. Maybe I was such a healthy young girl that healed fast. Or, whatever Azriel had in him that made him heal fast was no in me.I brushed it off, not wanting to dwell in that insanity. I had already made up my mind to play along. Because even scientifically, it wasn't possible. If all he explained was done to any human including him, that person will die. Besides, werewolves don't exist. They were only fiction to spice up myths. So, if something never existed, where would their bloods and bodies be found to be experimented on? Talk more of a DNA mutilation.This island must have started driving Azriel insane to think the impossible. My best guess would be that he got a little too happy during our sex and gave me hickeys. Just that he went overboard with it which is fine.I wasn't even ashamed of it. I found them cute. Although Azriel still hat

AzrielWhen we told the villagers we would be leaving, it hit them hard.Despite the fact that we hadn't spent much time here, I had to admit they already felt like family.I was going to miss old Maren's soup and Kofi's silliness.Seraphina wouldn't stop sobbing, and it only made me feel more guilty.We decided to leave very early the next day, but they insisted we at least stay for breakfast and warm our bellies.I kept my eyes on Thomas and Mike throughout breakfast. Thomas seemed sincerely sad to see us go. I wasn't sure if he was a good actor or if I was the one being paranoid.When we finally stood up to leave, bags stuffed with food and warm blankets, some of them were crying.We'd barely made it three steps out of the village when Seraphina ran back into old Maren's embrace, tears spilling down her cheeks. The other women gathered too, forming a big circle of hugs around her. I felt heartbroken. And that wasn't an emotion I felt quite often."Take care," Thomas said, appearing

SeraphinaWhen I opened my eyes, Azriel was fast asleep, and my throat was dry and burning. The ache under my skin had gotten so much better. It was like my body was finally adapting to whatever was living in my head.The room was pitch black, and the only sound was the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of Azriel’s breathing beside me. His arm was thrown over my waist, his fingers curled slightly against my ribs. Even in his sleep, he held onto me protectively.I swallowed hard, trying to moisten my dry throat. It didn't work. I needed water.Carefully, I eased myself out from under his arm. Azriel shifted, a low, subconscious rumble vibrating in his chest, and for a terrifying second, I thought he was going to wake up. I froze, holding my breath until his muscles relaxed back into deep sleep. This was him resting properly in days between tending to my fever and us leaving. I didn't want to wake him. He had carried me, fought for me, and shielded me. He needed this rest.I slipped off t