Too Close
Scarlet
The clearing was still thick with the scent of blood and the lingering tension of battle, but Damien’s gaze was locked onto me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. I was still gripping my injured arm, my mind buzzing with everything that had just happened. But then, he took a step closer, his expression shifting into something determined, unwavering.
“I’ll handle the patrol and the pack matters later,” Damien said, his voice deep and resolute. “Right now, there’s something more important.”
I frowned, confused. “What?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached for the hem of his shirt and in one smooth motion, pulled it over his head. The moonlight cast sharp shadows over his toned chest, every scar and defined muscle illuminated in the dim light.
