Primal Desire

d window panes of Alex's room. She was six, an o

hollow clatter of wood against the floor. Frigga, Alex's mother, stirred,

loorboards. In the hallway, the moonlight revealed a trail of shat

A break-in? Her heart p

ry. The door swung open, revealing Alex,

a chilling counterpoint to Alex's gentle breathing. A wave of re

n to the darkness beyond. A shape lurked in t

moonlight. And it was watching her. Frigga'

he latch clicking with a finali

ng illuminated the room, revealing a figure beside Alex's bed. Shadow

te sound that ripped through the night.Lucas burst

roat, her arms slashed and torn. He caught a glimpse of something, a dark form, a flicker

her chest, a desperate, fading sound. He cradled her in his arms, his own tears blurring his visi

brutal violence, had frozen her solid. No tears, no screams, only a chilling

rp and skeptical. Lucas's account, of a creature, a werewolf, met with raised eyebrows and thinly veiled cond

o a world of dusty tomes and forgotten lore. He spent countless nights hunched over ancien

to transform into monstrous beasts. He read of thei

e blood of their kin. He became obsessed, his