Lycans of Lunar Isle
If someone were to walk in they’d see the way he pinned me to the wall, our chests heaving in tandem, and would likely assume the worst.
I sucked in a ragged breath as he removed his hand, only the air was thick with his scent. It rushed right to my head, coaxing a whine from my lips that I barely managed to smother in time.
Lycans were a vicious, brutal race. I knew that as well as I knew my own name, yet nothing could’ve prepared me for the half-brothers from hell.
The blast should’ve broken your spine.
Ryker’s eyes were dark with rage, yet I thought I saw something within them falter. It lasted but a split second, a fraction of a moment.
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