Wild Dreams [Story Collection]
“Don’t be shy. We’re all friends here… right?”
I hugged my arms around myself, cheeks flaming, but said nothing. The composed mask stayed in place even as heat pooled low in my belly. I told myself it was just nerves. Just the strange atmosphere of Winchester Forest.
But deep down, I knew something was wrong.
The sun was already setting, painting the trees blood-red. And somewhere in the growing darkness, I swore I heard a low, hungry sound — half growl, half seductive purr — that sent a shameful shiver straight between my legs.