the beast's
eternal obsession
The musicians struck a deep, rhythmic tempo on the drums, the primal beat echoing through the clearing and vibrating straight through the dirt beneath their feet.
Leonhart moved first.
He didn't dance with the rigid formality of the high courts; his steps were fluid, powerful, and predatory, circling me like a wolf marking its territory. His bare, sweat-slick chest caught the golden glare of the bonfire, his muscles flexing with every shift of his weight. Every move he made was designed to keep me pinned beneath his intense, unyielding gaze.my heart hammered against my ribs, but as the drums grew louder, the heavy gold energy of the mating bond pulsed beneath my skin. The nervousness faded. I stepped into his rhythm, my short white nightgown swaying arou
