The silver moon hung in the sky like a heavy, lidless eye, casting a cold, judgmental glare through the grand windows of the master suite.
Inside, the air was stagnant, thick with the overwhelming, artificial sweetness of the jasmine oils Elena had layered onto her skin.
But to Liam, the scent felt like a physical weight on his chest, clogging his lungs and making the wolf behind his ribs snarl in visceral disgust.
He sat on the edge of the expansive marriage bed, his spine a rigid line of roping muscle.
His breathing was a jagged, guttural struggle—heavy rasps that echoed off the high, timbered ceilings in the silence of the lodge.
Every nerve in his body was screaming, his skin feeling three sizes too small as the full moon began its agonizing pull on his marrow.
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