The thin canvas of the command tent was a pathetic barrier against the chaos of the camp.
Outside, the world was ending in snarls and the clash of iron. Inside, I was losing the last shred of my humanity to the void.
The faim had bypassed my control entirely. The moment Silas had forced me inside, away from the prying eyes of the pack, the adrenaline and the thick scent of his arousal and blood acted like gasoline on a fire.
I wasn't just begging anymore. I was a predator.
I lunged at him, my fingernails clawing through the heavy leather of his doublet, tearing at the fabric until his throat and chest were bare.
"Elara, wait—" Silas gasped, but his protest died as I slammed him back against the central wooden pillar of the tent.
I didn't let him pin me this time. I used the dark, unn
