Luna's front canines lengthened, gleaming with a sharpness that mirrored the primal hunger she could barely restrain. It was a sensation unlike any she'd felt in her long existence, a wildfire sparked within by a mortal—David. The memory of their battle flooded her senses, a tempest of clashing steel and the scent of sweat-soaked earth. He had fought with a ferocity and joy that lit his eyes even as his body cracked under the strain. She had been sure of victory, her power insurmountable, yet David had met her at every turn with that infuriating, fearless grin.
The moment he brought her back, binding her essence to him in a new, incomprehensible way, he had unknowingly captured her heart. She had been reborn in his shadow, chained yet liberated from the isolation of the tower where centuries had slipped by like whispers. Now, every heartbeat reminded her of the life she owed him—a life spent in a tempest of yearning that only grew stronger each day.