The Werewolf's Bride
Naked under the moon, she felt exposed in every way, body, soul, secret.
Kael shed his own clothes without hesitation, standing beside her, tall, scarred, magnificent.
“Follow my breathing,” he instructed. “In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Let it build.”
She tried. In. Out. The air tasted like iron and starlight.
The first wave hit like a fist to the sternum.
She gasped, doubling over. Bones creaked. Muscles spasmed. Heat roared through her veins, liquid fire, liquid moonlight.