I feel strange tonight. My skin buzzes, hypersensitive to every breath of air. Something restless and primal stirs inside me—a soft but insistent heat spreading with each heartbeat. It’s unsettling, but not unpleasant. A mix of anxiety and anticipation.
I mention it to Killian. He tells me it’s because tonight is the first full moon. According to him, the phases affect werewolves directly.
“It changes our metabolism, our appetite, our urge to hunt… to have s*x. We say our heads are full of moonlight. It’s wild, but you get used to it.”
As he speaks, I watch his lips move. He looks especially handsome tonight. His eyes burn brighter, sending a shiver down my spine. Every line of his chest shows beneath the thin shirt, sculpted and inviting. My gaze lingers on his shoulders, his abs, the
