THE LUNA HE NEVER WANTED
My chest flared with pain and desire as adrenaline surged through my veins.
“I want her,” Brook growls, fighting to take over.
“It's her. It's her. She's here.” Brook chants, using his entire strength, trying to break free, dragging my feet towards the house.
His claws were already out.
I crouched down, suppressing the scent and the pull.
With each second, Brook gained the upper hand while my strength weakened.
Slowly, the scent dissipated leaving a tinge smell of copper behind.
The claw retracted, Brook now calm as my chest heaved heavily.