The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- When she returned from her time in isolation, the witches' camp ---- was gone. "Good night." Rousse tured his back and started walking away. But worry didn't let him get very far. "Holy Goddess, what am I doing?... She can take care of herself." He pinched the bridge of his nose with a grunt. But in the end, he turned back. He was surprised when he reached the clearing and saw a mound of dirt where the wolf's body had been. It seemed the little witch had buried him. Where was she now?

He looked around, following the scent of flowers. But before he could make sure she was okay, he heard a sharp scream further ahead. It was her! Rousse didn't think twice-he ran toward the sound of the cry. He arrived just in time to see her clinging desperately to the edge of a cliff. ---- "Hold on!" He shouted, lunging to grab her hand, but Meridiana couldn't hold on any longer-not even with her nails. With a scream, she fell from a dangerous height into the rushing river below.

darkness. Even her other senses were starting to fail. Her hearing, her touch-everything. She needed a body to inhabit again, to be able to feel. But everything her magic touched was corrupted and died.

the rocks and the impact, ---- pulling her up to the surface. She clung to him tightly, burying her face in the solid wall of his chest. He felt so safe. She liked this new sensation. A lot.

destroyed if it's already dead? «Strange stranger... I want