Bride of the Beasts
And suddenly, I remembered why Arlo always warned me about full moons—why he barred the doors and windows, why he kept watch with a blade in hand.
Because lycans prowl the forest on nights like this.
They became feral, instinct-driven, hungry for blood.
Slowly, carefully, I tried to slip out of the bed.
Fenric’s hands slammed down on either side of me, caging me against the headboard. His claws sank into the wood, the sound alone enough to send my heart lurching into my throat.
“Fenric, please,” I whispered, barely able to breathe.
His head tilted, just enough to keep those burning silver eyes locked on mine.
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