Bride of the Beasts
I choked, the words scraping from my throat as he lifted me, leaving me dangling, helpless in his grip.
I twisted to look at him.
Fenric stood in full beast form.
Fur bristled along his frame, his eyes burning with a feral hunger that erased anything familiar. His mouth hung slightly open, breath hot and uneven, a faint glint of saliva catching at the edge of his teeth as he looked at me like I was something already claimed.
“You’re mine now,” he growled.
I shook my head hard. “No!” I screamed, kicking and thrashing, fighting for any chance to break free. “Help! Somebody—please!”
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