The cold, unyielding stone of the abandoned guardhouse floor was a stark, biting contrast to the torrential golden fire still lingering just beneath my skin. I stood trembling in the near-total darkness, my breath hitching as the overwhelming, possessive weight of Callum’s claiming seed cooled heavily against my inner thighs. The violent tempest of our union had obliterated the frustration of the empty weeping caves, but in its wake, I was left hyper-sensitive, my body completely rewired by the Lycan King’s ancient magic. Every nerve ending sang with the terrifying, beautiful reality that I was entirely his.
Callum did not rush to break the heavy silence. He moved through the shadows with the lethal, silent grace of an apex predator. The ruined strips of my wool leggings and leather tunic
