---- The scent of his life essence finally hit my nose clearly, and Goddess... it was darker and more delicious than I ever imagined. Why does this lycan make me feel like this? I should hate him. "If you've got a death wish, don't come trying to die in my camp," he said, his massive figure towering over me. I barely reached his chest.

"If I came to die, I'd have taken one of your mangy mutts with me on the way out..." Before I could finish my smartass remark, his hand grabbed my chin ina firm grip. It didn't hurt, but he gave me no room to move. He forced me to look up at him as he leaned in close.

against his, enjoying the tension between us. ----

right here. Just squeeze my fucking throat." My eyes flashed with fury. I bared my fangs right in his face. Our heavy breaths collided, tangled in tension. Maybe he really did hate me... I don't know. His hand pressed

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