For the wolf never cowered.The wolf never fled.The wolf stood by her pack.And when that was no longer possible—the she-wolf would always avenge them.
Stars imploded within his blue gaze, a galaxy on fire.
But I was an addict—addicted to her moans, her taste, her blood.
Honestly, if I ever needed to persuade her to do something, at least I knew she was food-motivated.
Yet I knew they saw the weakness in me. Sentiment. It must have oozed out of my pores to them, plain as day.
Plain as sin—for a vampire.