Chapter 21 - The Hold Of The Wolf
- Damon
- The silence in the room is almost oppressive. Lying beneath me, Alina sleeps, her breathing soft and regular. Her bare skin gleams faintly in the moonlight filtering through the curtains. My arm rests on her slim waist, my fingers mechanically brushing the curve of her hip.
- But despite the warmth of his body against mine, a cold shadow gnaws at my insides. Cillian.