The Cursed Passion
His green eyes aren't his own; they look dark and hungry.
I reach out to him, wanting to touch him, but he steps away.
“Vance, please…” My voice breaks, and in the shadows, I see him lunge toward me.
I close my eyes, feeling the familiar rush of power from the spell—only this time, it's something darker, something… deadly.
I watch powerlessly, as his face contorted in pain, his form flickering between man and wolf.
My hand is outstretched, fingers curling into a fist, and I can't stop the force that surged from me toward him.His scream pierces the air, echoing in the dark.
Hot Chapters