My sweet husband is a werewolf

: The Tran

ightening. His face elongated, and his eyes turned a piercing yel

ripple and flow like a liquid, his muscles and bones shifting and reforming

imal, instinctual awareness. His thoughts grew more feral, his emotions more inten

away from this creature as possible. But another part of me was drawn to it,

abin and sent shivers down my spine. I felt a rush of fear, but also a sense of wonde

mmer of recognition, a hint that Max was still inside, watching and waiting. Bu

sense of excitement. This was a creature that could tear me apart with ease, but it was als

next? Would it attack me, or would it somehow recognize me as its mate? The q