ra
uest room at the back of the estate. The he
usty floor, wrapping my arms
but unable to touch him felt like being starved while sitting next t
something terrifying beg
burning as if I were standing
the collar of my dress. Swe
s was the biological drive of a female wolf, an ancient cyc
been a faint, unnoticeable
mall room, leaking out under the door. It was an impossibly pu
mind to the primal instincts. I
plintering wood before the door itsel
ntered ev
breathing heavily, his chest rising
ere completely replaced by the g
f my wild roses h
nees beside me, his massive frame blocking out the cold light. I
h bloomed deep in my belly-a warning, or maybe a promise. I knew, with
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