“Hey,” I felt a warm hand reach out towards mine. I tried to avoid it, not wanting him to get the satisfaction of seeing how my body reacted to his, but he was too quick. Warmth spread, tingles spreading like wildfire up my arm.
I pulled away quickly and turned to face him. I kept my face straight, determined to make him leave me alone.
“Don’t do that.” His voice was low and soft as he took a step closer, not caring that he was invading my personal bubble. I had to tilt my head back to look at him, his dark eyes softening the longer I looked. One of his hands slowly rose, causing me to inhale sharply. I froze, unsure what he intended to do. Was he really going to touch me? After everything? He slipped some hair behind my ear and out of my face. “Don’t shut me out, Selene.” His voice was pleading, something I assumed didn’t happen often.
I glanced away, conflicted. A part of me really wanted nothing to do with him, but an even bigger part was just afraid. I didn’t want to have him and lose him like I had with Gabby. I shook my head and took a step back. “I’m sorry.”
Decades ago, the lycan Tyrant Lord began to conquer every werewolf pack he came across, laying waste to all who refused to submit and ruled over those too weak to defy him. His kind was blessed with superior abilities; Lycans being stronger, bigger, and faster than the werewolves. It didn’t take them long to cause considerable damage to the wolves. Until the Deserter came. The prince betrayed his father by calling upon the Reapers to end the war. Since then, the lycans and wolves have been separated, fear preventing them from co-existing with one another. Until now.
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