The room was pitch-black, and despite being a werewolf, I could barely make out his form. He was draped in black, cloaked in an eerie, bone-deep silence that screamed of something darker. His presence was ice wrapped in heat, still and stormy all at once.
“What are you doing?” I started to ask, but his growl low, threatening cut me off.
He crawled over me slowly, planting one hand on either side of my head, caging me beneath him. His face dipped close, so close I could feel the soft brush of his breath against my skin. His eyes glowed faintly icy blue burning in the dark like twin flames.
And in them, I saw it all.
Anger. Betrayal. Longing. Confusion. Hunger.
And something deeper something so dark and ancient, it made my bones want to curl inwards.
I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe.
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