Unwritten Mates
The Echo’s eyes bored into me, twin infernos promising destruction. It stood there, motionless, watching—a predator savoring the fear it knew it could provoke. My wolf stirred, growling low and deep inside me, not from fear but from raw, primal fury. It wanted blood.
Me? I wanted answers.
“Speak!” I commanded, my voice laced with all the Alpha authority I could muster.
The Echo tilted its head, as if amused by my audacity. Its form wavered, a shadow barely tethered to this world, but its voice cut through the darkness like a blade.
Sikat na Kabanata