His eyes flared gold, glowing unnaturally beneath the hooked shaped single chandelier clasped to the ceiling. His jaw clenched. His back arched. Bones snapped subtly under his skin as though his body threatened to betray him at any moment.
“Get out!” he growled, his voice deep and strained, trembling under the weight of the beast within. “I can’t hold it… I’ll hurt you. I…I can feel it.”
But Freya didnt move, even though she didn’t doubt his unintentional threats.
Instead of pulling away, she felt the urge to be closer. Her wolf stirred. Her breath hitched as she fell on her knees beside him. He remained on his knees, fingers digging into the floor, nails darkened and beginning to claw like talons. He was slipping into feral, into madness.
She grabbed his sweaty face fearlessly and did
