Auctioned To The Wolf King
Only his eyes had changed, glowing with a dangerous, feverish light that was barely human, barely him.
“Wolf King,” I gasped, dropping to my knees beside him, my voice barely steady. “Duncan, what’s happening?” My hand hovered over him, desperate to help, but before I could react, he lunged at me. Fangs flashing in the dim light and his teeth sank into my neck.
A sharp pain seared through me as I stumbled back, pressing a hand to the wound, feeling the pulse of his bite. It was small, barely a mark… but the meaning struck me like a thunderbolt.
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