Darius' POV.
The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the sheer curtains, casting shadows that moved on the walls.
My chest heaved as I sat at the edge of her bed, trying to steady my breath, but it was futile. My body was on fire, every nerve ending ablaze, every thought consumed by her. Sara. My Luna.
My hands gripped the edge of the mattress, trying to ground myself, but the sensation only made it worse.
I clenched my jaw, my fangs aching to extend. It felt like something had been slipped into my drink when I wasn't aware, an unnatural heat coursing through my veins, demanding I act on this strong pull.
She was lying there, her hair spread out over the pillow like a halo, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. So peaceful. So utterly unaware o
