Haunting**
Regan growled in frustration as his body refused to obey his command to distance himself from Nora. Every part of him screamed to leave, to create as much space as possible between them. But it felt impossible. His body wouldn't budge, and his inner beast had become too powerful to control. It had tasted Nora, and it hungered for more.
He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the pain of the battle with his beast.
Would this be the end for him and her? No, he couldn't let that happen. He needed to find a way to break free from her.
"Regan," he heard her whisper beneath him, and his beast reacted fiercely to the sound of her voice.
Before he could react, her hand touched his face, her fingertips gently tracing along his face and neck, massaging small circles on his neck and shoulder. The fury of his beast began to calm, its growls fading to a low rumble in his chest.