Fangs Of Love
I had found my mate.
And then, I saw her.
She stood strapped to the pyre, her body motionless, her face turned toward the ground as if she had already accepted her fate. My breath caught in my throat, the heaviness in my chest now a crushing weight that threatened to bring me to my knees. Her scent hit me like a tidal wave—lavender and rain—a scent I had only ever dreamed of.
My Lycan howled in my mind, the sound a primal, desperate cry that echoed through my very soul. It was then that I knew, with a certainty that shook me to my core.
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