Damian.
His gaze on me sent shivers down my spine as I stared. How dare a lowly werewolf make me feel flustered?
I tried to keep my gaze on him, but somehow, a sudden intense feeling settled in my abdomen making me quiver as he neared me without fear or a care in the world.
The first man werewolf aside Aiden's link who didn't seem scared of me.
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Q'ling sat on the cold concrete floor with her bare knees as she curled into herself. The worn-out fabric, the single set of clothes she wore... the same outfit from that fateful day at the mall was still on her body, itching her skin.
The once-white blouse had been stained with dirt and tears.
It had been three weeks.
Three endless weeks of silence, and hunger. The growling in her stomach could be heard by the next prisoner and even outside the cell as she curled herself.
