FERAL ADDICTION

est, breath coming in shallow bursts. The moon is full tonight, casting an eerie glow over the woods, the silver light

oft crunch of leaves behind me, a figure emerging from the shadows. His scent hits me first, a mix

mo

p inside me. We've been enemies for years, each encounter leaving scars on both our souls. But tonight, ther

iver down my spine. He steps closer, his eyes those dark,

atred flickers, replaced by something else. Something darker. I can feel the heat o

Even in the dark, he exudes power, a predator sizing up his prey. I

, though my voice shakes slightly. I can't let him see how mu

t. He never does

n front of me, his hand reaching out to grab my wrist. His grip is tight, unyielding, and I feel the famili

hing far more dangerous: hunger. Not the kind of hunger I've seen in his eyes before, whe

tory," he murmurs, his voice soft but edged with someth

ething I don't understand. My mind screams at me to push him away, to fight him, but my body betrays me. There's something

hard, trying to ignore the racing of my heart. This isn't how it's suppos

say, my voice st

k of heat straight through me. His gaze lingers on my lips, and I feel his breath warm against my skin. I don't know how to

whisper, and it's the closest thing to a question I'v

something about Damon something dangerous that make

y to lose myself

gh it feels like I'm walking away from a part of myself I'm

he flicker of amusement in his eyes. "You a

o the spot, my feet like lead, my body caught

ace. "Next time, Ella," he says, his voice l

leaving me standing there, breathless, confused, and mo