Southern boy. #MoonCrestPack Enforcer. Pretty enough to forgive, reckless enough to regret. Don’t trust the grin unless you can handle the bite.
| SS | Fated Mate AnamCara |
@LeatherFangs I tipped my chin at her, all charm and bad ideas.
“Next time it’ll work.”
Then I winked, because apparently I had never loved peace a day in my life.
@LeatherFangs “Alright, alright,” I said, laughing under my breath. “No need to get territorial. I’m still mostly attached to my face.”
My eyes slid back to Calliope.
Cold. Sharp. Untouchable.
Hell, that only made it worse. 》
@AQuietNecessity@DecayedRoyalty “First thing you gotta learn about wolf shifters,” voice low, rough-edged, “is that the wolf ain’t some pet tucked nice and pretty under the skin. It ain’t a trick. Ain’t a costume. It’s blood. Bone. Hunger. Instinct.”
I wasn’t running because of rumors.
There was no scandal. No betrayal. No other woman.
I was leaving because I’d made the mistake of falling in love with a man who would never love me.
Not truly. Not the way I needed.
I am fire-wrapped in silk. I am more than sequins and survival. I am not built for half-versions of love.
I am fire and hunger and light. I am aching truth wrapped in red lipstick and velvet resolve.
I am a Goddess.