Ashmoor Unseen Wolf
Now.
Kelvin’s grip tightened, his breath ragged against my throat as he steered me backward, toward the bed. My heart hammered, a trapped bird thrashing against my ribs.
I wanted to push him away. Scream. Run. But my body was no longer mine to control.
Then—
Flicker.
The lights stuttered, a sudden, jarring interruption. The bulbs hissed like angry serpents, their glow dimming, flaring, then dimming again, painting the walls with grotesque, leaping shadows.
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