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Chapter 2: Awakening in the Den My eyes fluttered open to a world that felt wrong, like I'd stumbled into a dream I couldn't wake from. The air was thick and earthy, smelling of damp stone and smoke from flickering torches. I was lying on a rough bed of furs, my body aching from the chase through the woods. Every muscle screamed, but it was the heat inside me that scared me most—a slow burn starting low in my belly, spreading like wildfire. What the hell had happened? One minute I was hiking alone, trying to outrun my shitty city job and the emptiness it left, the next I was running from... wolves? No, not wolves. Men who turned into wolves. And that guy—Thorne—he'd saved me, but his eyes, t

The pattern on the front was of a wolf howling at the moon, encircled in intricate intertwining branches. Curling up in my favourite chair, I carefully lay the book in my lap and open the cover. “The ancient art of untamed magic, “I read aloud and took in the subject matter. Untamed magic was the old term used for dark or forbidden magic. My hands shook as I took in the magnitude of what I was reading. There were witches in this house channelling untamed magic, Alune was right, and it terrified me.

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“Let me burn.” She opened her arms. The magic struck her and burst into gold light. The bond flared. Ruellan roared. Tamlyn screamed. The cave trembled. And then the bond ignited. From their cores to their skin, light exploded in a pulse so fierce it knocked Naela back, shattering the rock beneath her feet. The fae fled. Naela withered. And when the light faded, Tamlyn was still standing, naked, radiant, eyes glowing with Ruellan’s gold.

She was naked in under a minute, spread out on the wide oak table she used for tarot readings. Nyx hovered over her, half mist, half man. Tendrils pinned her wrists and ankles gently but firmly. One thick, cool shadow slid between her thighs, parting her folds and rubbing slow, slick circles over her clit. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “All that fire wrapped in such soft skin.”

“The graves are moved to a different location. Mr. Crewe bought the land to build an open-air boxing gym, just for Ms. Bates to train at.” “I know, right? Dylan gives Tammy the world. Apparently, there’s a great vibe to the place. A former billionaire chose it as a prime site before.” Not too far away, Tammy sneered. “Sarah, I made sure to dump your parents’ graves on the back hill in case you couldn’t find them.” As a shrill noise pierced through my head, I dashed to the hill like a madwoman. Heavy rain poured down without warning. The slippery slope nearly buried me under a wall of mud.

Watched his childhood friend breathe through a tube. And whispered under his breath, “I’m going to make them pay for touching you…” The villa was quiet,She hated it. She’d already tried reading. One of the novels on Sean’s bookshelf is a classic about war and lost love. But she couldn’t concentrate. Every sentence blurred into Ethan’s voice... or Sean’s eyes… or that nightmare room in the mansion. She pressed the book against her chest and exhaled. Sean hadn’t said when he’d be back. Just that he was going to check on Ethan.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets. Helena crouched in the shadows, the thick most of the night helping to conceal her, heart pounding with adrenaline as she scanned the area for any sign of movement. The air was thick with the scent of fear and the coppery tang of blood. She knew she was getting closer to her target, a rogue vampire who had been terrorizing the town for weeks.

The moon was shining through the blinds and it was illuminating her nakedness. On her back, with her legs spread wide open on the bed , one arm thrown across her head, and naked. Her athletic physique was so tempting, pointy tits and black nips, flat belly and down to that shaved strip of black hair in the front of her pussy. Her pussy was parted a little, pink and smooth, looking so fuckable in the dim light. I sat down on the opposite couch to the bed, my dress hitching up. I brought my cock out again, it was still as hard as ever. I poured more baby oil, and rubbed it on my cock slowly at first, my eyes fixed on her pussy.

My heartbeat thundered in my ears, and a heat began to spread through my chest. I closed my eyes, reaching deep into the core of my being, where my buried powers lay dormant. And then I screamed. It wasn’t a cry of pain or fear—it was a primal, guttural roar that tore through the silence like a blade. Chains that had bound my wrists for years began to glow like molten fire, shattering into pieces that clattered to the floor. The ground trembled beneath me. I took a step forward, raising my trembling hands. Energy I’d never felt before coursed through my veins, ancient and powerful.