THE REJECTED BARREN LUNA REVENGE
Those ice-blue eyes bored into mine, stripping me bare.
Shift.
Bones cracked. In seconds, a man stood before me, tall, brutally built, dark hair wild, body covered in fresh wounds and old scars. A jagged tattoo of a broken moon marked his chest. Pure dominance rolled off him in waves.
"Elara Voss," he said, voice low and rough like gravel and sin. A wicked, feral smile curved his lips. "Been looking for you."
Behind him, Darius shifted back, charging forward with murder in his eyes. "Get your fucking hands off my Luna!"