Pureblood's Forbidden Love

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Lara and Cass along as the heavy glass doors swung shut behind them. None of them looked ba

straightening his tie in a gesture of subtle agitation. The grizzled veteran of twenty years on the for

, arching an inquisitive brow at the tightly-leashed intens

the word bitten off with subtle mena

trils flaring almost imperceptibly as if scenting the air. Then those eerily

n a cadence that brooked no argument. "That this...unidentified young man was in f

ask Rodriguez over there about the details, but from what I could make out, it seemed like some damn kids were trying to punk him into c

ite-knuckled clench of his fists spoke volumes about hi

ll tingle across his nape. There was an almost palpable sense of barely restrained power rippling outward from

er man sit up rigidly, facial features slackening into appropriate unease.

presence. But Peterson could only offer a helpless shrug, genuinely unaware of the full context. He would reserve judgment for now;

aty fingers plucking at his collar. "The Park boy, his father and I used to be tight before he

urther explanation. Rodriguez wilted slightly under the

nonsense about seeing a monster like...like a huge wolf-man creature at his buddy's place? Honestly, I figured they were ju

the visibly unsettled cop, wordlessly d

ace before they got away. I almost wrote them up for filing a false police report,

e or frustration. "And did this...Park fellow, did he happen to menti

ing restlessly behind the desk. "Uhh...no sir, they were pretty riled up so I don't

arched white collar as he released a sigh that seemed to defl

ering nearby, Michael spun on his heel and stalked towards the

scenting the air with an eerie sort of focus, as if tracking a

ath. "Whoever you are, child of

with a sense of urgency and escalating dread. Though the slovenly officer's account had been vague and

the area. Stale cigarette smoke, exhaust fumes, cheap linen air freshener...all the typical metropolitan miasma assaulting h

celestial purity that was impossible to mistake. An intrinsic scent signature Michael would r

mistaking that rarefied

icer may have dismissed the teens' frantic claims as youthful delusion...but Michael knew the truth. A Moon Ch

thing - the clash of des

ply through flared nostrils. The Moon Child's fragrance whispered of untamed primal energies and lunar mig

g only delays the inevitable, whelp," he snarled under his breath. "You ca

of dark purpose insidiously sharpened Michael predatory focus. Soon the hunt would be on in earnest, the gauntlet

ensure victory at any cost...no matter how many me

ng life. He was the First Prince of Evanarri, the Endless Night's most elite progeny...and he would not be def

the bitter end and claim this new awakening as his own by rights of conquest. Just as prophesized eons ago by the

wing the scintillating trail shimmering at the edges of his preternatural senses. Soon the Moon Child and

s of cost or youthful innocence. The Night reigned eternal, and the primord

al to the floor and gave chase to the unwitting Moon Child. Whether she was a willing agent of destiny,

not be deterred from procuring his rightful quarry, even if he ha