Chapter 41 The Moon

Selene Carter did not back down, her fingers still wrapped tightly around Damien Holt's wrist. His skin burned against hers, but she did not release him. Could not release him. Not now. Not when she saw the tempest swirling in his golden irises, his fight between the man he once was and the beast he was becoming. The night closed in on them, heavy with tension, heavy with something electric and animal. The smell of ash and blood hung in the air, blending with the pine and wet earth of the forest. Far away, an owl cried—a solitary sound, lost in the silence that hung between them.