Feral Claim
But she turned her face away, her shoulders shaking, her body curling in on itself.
And then—everything froze.
Perfume. Sweet, cloying, thick enough to choke me.
No. Not here. Not now.
Marissa.
Fuck.
Panic slammed through me. My wolf lunged against my ribs, ready to tear down the walls.
I crouched in front of Evie, grabbing her shoulders. My voice came out sharp, fast, almost a growl. “Stay here. Don’t make a sound.”
Her brows furrowed, eyes wide and wet, confusion breaking through her anger and pain. “Lucian, what—”
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