The Wolf Who Shouldn’t Love
The words were barely audible, but his golden eyes blazed with understanding.
“I do,” he murmured, lips brushing against her temple in a fleeting, forbidden spark. “And I… can’t resist it.”
Heat pooled dangerously low, the pull between them growing unbearable. The forest seemed to pulse in tandem with their desires, leaves trembling, roots quivering as if acknowledging the fire coiled in the two of them.
Suddenly, the shadow revealed itself a massive, ethereal wolf, translucent and brimming with dark energy. Its eyes were hollow, yet burning, teeth sharp as the edge of obsidian. It moved with unnatural grace, stalking them, aware of their every motion.
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