BOND OF THE FULL MOON

ossed the threshold, I felt something shift inside me. Her scent, which had already captivated me, intensified within the wall

r too, but her kindness, her selfless concern, rendered me weak. It was a different kind of weakness

ething magical about the concoction - its warmth coursed through my veins like a balm, easing the excruciat

Her eyes- those deep, mesmerizing eyes - held something I couldn't decipher. Power, compassion, and a pull so strong it threate

ouldn't let her be drawn in

hen I woke, she was still there, sitting beside me, watching. Her gaze was unwavering, filled with f

in, his voice louder than

w could I deny what was written in her scent, in the way her e

o. I had to

lives of those I held dear, snuffing out the light of every mate it had tou

s screamed in protest, but I ignored it. Her eyes widened as I rose, her

voice weak with emotio

light poured in through the windows, bathing the room in its silvery gl

me, soft and pleading.

tugged at my soul, but I couldn't look back. I stepped into the cold em

ng and impossible to escape. My heart felt as though it was being torn in

d already claimed too much. If

softer with every step I took. I clenched my fists, ignoring

I told

t spilled through the gaps in the foliage, casting the scene in a divine glow. I tried to steady myself, to find some measure of

st floor. My heart tightened, and before I could react, sh

slightly tousled, and her wide eyes shone with both determination and vulnerability. Without hesitation, s

from me?" she asked, her v

y within me, his growls resonating in my mind. Her presence ov

hold back

er arms gently but firmly. The warmth of her body pressed against mine was

oft, inviting, and slightly parted as she caught her breath

body stiff with surprise. But then, after a heartbeat, she melted into me, her hand

plain but felt deep in my core. It wasn't just desire -

isfied growl, she wants us too, he sa

through my entire being. For a fleeting moment, nothing else mattered - not the curse.

the lips and passion of a fem

't safe - not for her, not for either of us. Yet as her fingers tightened on me and I felt the hea

Her hands remained on my chest, her fingers curling slightly into the fabric of my shirt as

primal instincts that had overtaken me. I froze, my breath catching

t it. Ev

ty, the chaos within me stilled. Tika, usually restless and demanding, grew quiet, listening. The bo

pping from my lips before I could think. My voice was

meant it more than a

clearing carpeted with grass. The moonlight filtered through the branches above, ca

forest was holding its breath. My heart pounded in my chest, a rhythm I swore she

ing changed. The air seemed to hum softly, a faint energy wrapping around us like an invisible thread. I couldn't

a reflection of what I felt. "Elis," she whispered, her voice ba

fore I could think. But I knew they were tr

moment gave way to an overwhelming warmth. It was as if the forest itself acknowle

able happened - a fleeting shimmer in the moonlight, a sensation that

she asked with

the sky, I knew, without a doubt, that whate