***Serena***
I lie there, staring at the ceiling of the little cabin, my mind spinning over the past twelve hours. Sleep had been an afterthought—we hadn't even attempted it until sometime after two o’clock. That meant six, maybe seven hours of what could only be described as Lycan behaviour from the both of us.
Whenever I had imagined what James and I would be like together in that way, I had never once considered that he would be able to keep up with me—let alone match me, move for move, hunger for hunger. But whatever had been changing inside him lately, on a level neither of us yet understood, I found myself both grateful for it and deeply guilty. Being with me had altered him, and it still was.
I hadn’t thought it possible to love him more than I already did, but now that we were f
