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ething unreadable in their depths. It was a minuscule ope

d shot up like a

s throat or his eye

e of the silver fox. He sensed my intent a fract

behind me. I felt one of my nails scratch the skin of his cheek, but I didn

sound. The silver mask tumbled from my grasp,

aside the thick clouds that had been obscuring the moon. Cold, white

he face before me. It was a face sculpted by gods, brutally hand

e, at the corner of his left eye, a faint, almost invisible tattoo-a d

tidal wave, a tsunami of pure terror that s

w tha

od Creek in my past life. The face of the monster who had ordered the execut

e beast whispered to have a curse that

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ad, so profound it felt like death itself, seized my heart. My right han

rom my nerveless fingers. It fell to the ground, its soft cl

, dawn on my face. The playful, predatory amusement in his

ook of fear people got wh

me, but to kill. His fingers, stron

lifted me effortlessly, my feet dangling inches above t

to pry his fingers away, but it was like trying to ben

his inner wolf unleashed. A wave of pure Alpha command washed over

he phantom pain of being torn apart in my past life flare

round me warped, the trees twisting into the jeering faces of C

s, born of physical agony and a mind shattering u

my windpipe. The heat of it, so starkly different from the col

natural lily fragrance, mixing with the tang of blood. The unique aroma, w

m. A command to the monst

d by a fraction. The pressure aro

exploded into a fit of desperate, hacking coughs, my body sa

im staring down at me, his expression a maelstrom of confu

, of him, had already won. My heart was beating

est, the distant howls, my own ragged breathin

my sides. My eyelids,

ld went

felt his arms catch me as I fell, pu