I
can smell his musky wolf scent from the shadows but the temptation of her human
blood outweighs the risks. Hand in hand, they watch the Aegean Sea tumble into
the cliffs below. My mouth waters, making my fingers dig gouges into the tree I
am peering from. I charge quickly but his superb hearing tips him off and in a
flash, he throws her like a doll into the nearby Temple of Poseidon. As she
skids on the cold stone floor, I abruptly stop in front of the columns. Unable
to enter a place of worship, even an ancient one, my glare turns to him.
Wondering why he makes no effort to phase into his wolf form, I expose
my fangs in an angry hiss. He urges her to stay where she is despite what
happens to him but I tell by the panic in her eyes, she will run. Then it hits
me, he hasn’t changed because she doesn’t know what kind of beast he really is.
He is willing to die to keep it from her. A cruel smile spreads across my face,
I am willing to oblige him with that and fear will chase her out of the safety
of the temple.
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