The Vampire Princess´s Forbidden Attraction to the Enemy Werewolf

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My mind raced with half-formed strategies and memories of home that grew fainter w

longer watched me every moment, though they tracked my movemen

led to the woods. No one stopped me. Either their security was worse than I thought

and earth. The moon hung full and heavy above the trees, casting enough light for my enhanced vision

ght bird, the whisper of leaves in the gentle breeze. So different from the calculated silence o

ic sound of exertion. Breathing, controlled but heavy. The im

ilence my kind was known for. Through the trees, I saw a small c

f muscle as he moved through a series of strikes against a makeshift training post. His movements were fluid, powerful-a conta

y quarters before he sensed me. Instead, I stepped f

tance, eyes flashing in the darkness. Recognit

ere alone." His voice w

. I'd dressed simply for my midnight wandering-dark pants, a

ed. "Or are there different r

nreadable expression I'd come to know to

you easil

anch, wiping the sweat from his face and chest. The movement drew my eyes

owl at trees?" I asked, gesturi

haps-flickered across his features

t was the most personal thing

?" I asked, taking another step closer. "Diplomatic du

held. "You know e

ed. Night insects chirped in the surrounding fo

aid finally. "It's not saf

e wolves? Or b

tightene

solation had made me reckless. Perhaps I simply wan

training yard," I reminded

There are worse th

at?" I c

ords came out lo

plenty of chances to harm me,

ed closer, closing the distance between us.

rneath it all that called to parts of me I'd tried to ignore. He stood close enough tha

I asked, my voice steadier than

to stop it." His eyes dropp

in this dangerous territory. As I moved, his hand sh

lectric and undeniable. Neither of us moved. His fingers circled my wrist completely, h

s voice rough. "Not all wolve

wrist, then back to his face.

pull me closer. Instead, he released me, stepping aw

y," he sa

d for flight. Not from fear-from something more dangero

hed me. My heart refused to settle to its normal rhythm. I told myself it was simply

o myself. Something was happening between us-something neither of us had intended, something bot

nst it in the darkness. The memory of his hand on my skin, hi