Oops, I Saved A Werewolf- Danger Tastes Delicious
Hazel pleaded, her eyes swirling with golden rings, a silent plea for him to pause his actions and be enveloped in those swirling circles where he could regain control over his impulses.
"Mark me, Xerxes," Aurum's voice echoed, the mate bond asserting itself. For a moment, Xerxes's snarl faltered, his attention drawn to her.
"Hazel," Wyatt's voice resonated in her mind.
"Wyatt," Hazel whispered with anticipation, cautiously extending her hand toward him but stopping just short of making contact. She felt the connection with her mate, glimpsing the reflection of his cyan blue eyes, only to see them transform into the onyx black of the spirit he was being influenced by. Before she could react,
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