Feel of the Flesh
The moon. It's full. You feel the ache within your bones, echoing in the very marrow. It's that time again. The time to hunt, and run, and let your tongue loll over your teeth. The wind, the sweet wind beckons, the smell of earth and prey and the musk of your pack-mates excite.
It's all you've ever known. All you've ever wanted.
Or is it?
Innya Bannatyne was always secure in her heritage. She was a Lycan, a wolf-woman, but her people were not harmful.
Or, that's what she thought. Until the stray came along.
It's all you've ever known. All you've ever wanted.
Or is it?
Innya Bannatyne was always secure in her heritage. She was a Lycan, a wolf-woman, but her people were not harmful.
Or, that's what she thought. Until the stray came along.