Then she turned back to Thessian.
He was standing in the middle of the living room, every muscle tense, hands clenched into fists. Fighting for control. Trying to hold on to humanity for just a few more seconds.
"I don't want to hurt you," he said through gritted teeth.
"I know," Liora replied.
"But I might. The wolf is..." His voice broke into a growl. "....strong tonight."
"I know that too."
The sun disappeared below the horizon.
The moon rose.
And Thessian's control shattered like glass.
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**THE FULL MOON**
The sun disappeared below the horizon.
The moon rose.
And Thessian's control shattered like glass.
One moment he was standing across the room, fighting to hold on to humanity. The next, he was moving—faster than her eyes could track, werewolf speed closing the distance between them in a heartbeat.
