Chapter 33

• I should remain loyal to Sonja! She was the one I should love! But these animalistic instincts were truly despicable. I even despised my identity at that time. Why was I a werewolf? Why couldn't I resist these primal urges?
• Faye's long, cold fingers tore open my silk robe, touching the skin on my chest. Despite their icy touch, wherever they trailed, it ignited a fiery sensation within me.
• One person's gasp quickly transformed into a chorus of moans. It was both painful and pleasurable at the same time.