Death Wolf
A broken, desperate smile tugged at his lips.
“Butter—”
His words died.
Her eyes opened.
But they weren’t grey.
They were black.
Dead, endless pools of nothingness.
A slow, sickening smile curled her lips, revealing teeth as black as the abyss itself.
And for the first time in his life, Zander felt true, paralyzing fear.
“You…” his voice cracked. “You’re not—”
And then he noticed.
Their chests still pressed together.
Only one heartbeat.
His.
A hollow chuckle vibrated against his chest, low, guttural.