FERAL ADDICTION

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arth and pine. The night pressed against my skin, cold and foreboding,

supposed

claw te

ories I had spent years trying to bury. Memories of him. Da

in the heart of his l

ought to survive. But now, the air was different. Heavier. Marked. Every inch of this terr

inst my ribs. I turned sharply, ears straining for a

ed before. This

was p

brated through my bones. My wolf bristled inside me

lready, li

nt ice throu

e of amusement was woven

round, and

Shadow

e carved i

er, his body coiled with restrained power. The moonlight caught the sharp lines of his face, midnight e

w-claw pack anymore. He was its Alpha. And judging by the way h

y voice steady despite t

ver me, slow and d

. As if he owned it. As if he h

ere," he murmured,

pping back. "I didn

n't quite a smile. "No? Then tell me, l

ts. "Because I kn

n darkened. "

pered. "Heartle

es. "And yet," he said, tilting his head, "you're standing here, breathing the

r was obv

hin up. "I'm not one of your p

ethal. "You were neve

ng down my spine. No. He couldn't know

step back, but

aught my wrist, his grip unyielding, the heat of his s

his voice dangerously soft. "Tell m

ath hi

e

thing to escape his grip. But my wolf traitorous, w

uch that sent fire licking up my arm. "You feel it

even as my bod

throat, something between a

t as my chest nearly collided with his. He smelled of

o them," he murmure

"And I don't bel

his gaze, something unreadable. But then, just as quickly, it wa

rip tightened just enough to make my pu

lled. "You wo

low, deliberate

e I could even think, Damon lift

against him. "Put me

nyielding as he carried me deeper into Sh

this

ch I fought, I knew

w never let go