The Cry of a Lycan
"The words were thick, muffled against the knuckles of his hand as I gave it a gentle squeeze. He must have been frantic. We had already buried too many of our own; the mere thought of losing me had to haunt him. It had to.Alaric pulled his hand from my grip. He offered a single, casual nod, turned on his heel, and walked out.I blinked at the empty doorway, utterly bewildered.That was it?I knew Alaric. He was a man ruled by cold logic, his heart carved from stone, his emotions locked away behind an impenetrable wall. The only time the word love ever crossed his lips was when he was burying himself inside me. I knew better than to crave his affection. Yet, as the door swung shut, I wondered i
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