The forest felt different after dark.
Elena stood barefoot in the small clearing behind Luke’s cabin, the cool earth grounding her while the silver moonlight filtered through the pine canopy. She wore only a thin tank top and soft shorts Luke had given her — clothes that could be easily discarded when the shift began.
Luke circled her slowly, shirtless, his powerful body bathed in moonlight. His amber eyes glowed faintly, every movement fluid and predatory. The air between them crackled with tension, the mating bond humming like a live wire.
“Close your eyes,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Feel the moon on your skin. Let it sink into your blood.”
Elena obeyed, breathing deeply. The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine, damp soil, and Luke’s wild masculine presence. At
