Fenris
Fenris’s Private Villa
Isla Lobo, Panama
I spent the rest of the evening outside my home on the island. I was indifferent to emotions such as fear or discomfort, but my wolf fed on them. Every time Celeste’s heartbeat raced, his surged forward, the pulse beginning to pick up with hunger. The thrill of the hunt hung right before him, tantalizing, and it was all I could do to keep him in check.
He wanted to throw me to the side and demolish the door to Celeste’s bedroom. I, however, had no interest in outright terrorizing the woman. Perhaps this was the one thing my wolf and I were the most at odds on; he wasn’t just a predator, but enjoyed seeing the fear in his prey’s eyes. It gave him strength and fed him just as meat, fruit, and water nourished my human body.
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