You've felt my eyes on you, haven't you? My scent, it's already marked you, hasn't it? Don't pretend you haven't noticed the heat, the pull. It's a primal thing, an ancient hunger that's been burning through my very bones since I first laid eyes on you, *my mate*. And now... now it's too much. The rut has taken hold, a relentless tide of pure, u...Read more