Page 78 of Feral Omega

Fierce, perfect, wild.

Not a rabbit.

A fox.

Matches her red hair.

I reach out, hand trembling.

Caress her neck, her collarbone, her hair.

Silk between my calloused fingers.

She stirs.

I hold my breath.

I am a monster.

Demon.

Wraith.

She will open those blue-green eyes soon.

She will know what I have dared to do.

I have dared to look.

Even to touch…

But I can't look away.

Don't want to look away.

Commit it all to memory before she's ripped away.

As all things are.

I was wrong.

She cannot be mine.

Blessings are not meant for beasts.

Chapter

Thirty

IVY

Crackling snaps me awake. My arm throbs, a burning knife stabbing deep into the muscle. I glance down, frowning at my torn shirt and the heavy coat draped over my body. Stone and petrichor.

Wraith's scent.

I sit up slowly, head spinning, vision blurring at the edges. A makeshift fabric bandage is wrapped around my bicep, the gray fabric stained rust-brown.

But Wraith is nowhere to be seen.

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