Piper's
My chest heaves as I take another cautious step back, determined to keep the distance between me and Elijah.
His golden eyes burn like molten fire, their intensity a stark contrast to the icy fear creeping through my veins.
“Piper,” he says softly, his voice breaking through the stillness of the woods. He takes another step forward, and I flinch instinctively. "Don’t… don’t run from me.”
His shoulders tense, his expression tight, as though my retreat has ripped his heart out and crushed it underfoot. But I can’t trust that look of pain—it could easily be a trick.
I swallow hard, my throat dry, but I can’t help the thoughts racing through my mind. What does he want? Is he going to hurt me now that I know what he is? No, no, he wouldn’t… right? I’m his mate—he needs me. That’s w
