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He leaned down, drawn by an instinct more powerful than the beast\u2019s hunger had ever been. Their lips touched. The contact was gentle at first, tentative. Her lips were soft, warm. She made a small sound in the back of her throat\u2014surprise or pleasure, he couldn\u2019t tell\u2014and then she was kissing him back, her hand sliding to the nape of his neck.<\/p>\n

The beast inside him surged forward, not fighting for control but demanding more. The kiss deepened and became hungry, desperate. His arms tightened around her waist, lifting her off the ground. Her body pressed against his, soft curves against hard muscle. Claim her. Mark her. Make her ours forever. The intensity of his need shocked him. Horrified, he wrenched himself away, setting her back on her feet and stepping backwards until he hit the opposite wall.<\/p>\n

His chest heaved as if he\u2019d been running for miles again. His claws\u2014still present despite his partial transformation\u2014had extended, nearly piercing the fabric of her coverall. He could have hurt her. Could still hurt her. She stood where he\u2019d left her, cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted. She looked dazed, breathless. Beautiful. \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d he managed, his voice a rough approximation of speech after so long communicating only in growls. \u201cI shouldn\u2019t have\u2060\u2014\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d She took a step toward him, then stopped when he flinched back.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t apologize.\u201d \u201cDangerous.\u201d The word came easier this time. \u201cI\u2019m dangerous.\u201d \u201cYou won\u2019t hurt me.\u201d She said it with such conviction, such certainty. If only she knew how close he\u2019d come. How the beast inside him had howled for him to claim her, to sink his teeth into the soft skin of her neck, to mark her as his mate for all to see. \u201cYou don\u2019t understand,\u201d he growled, frustration mounting as he struggled to form the words, to make her see. \u201cThe beast\u2014it wants\u2014I want\u2060\u2014\u201d He couldn\u2019t finish.<\/p>\n

Couldn\u2019t tell her what he wanted to do to her. With her. She took another step towards him, her expression softening. \u201cI think I understand more than you realize.\u201d She gestured to his face, his partially transformed body. \u201cThis is happening because of me, isn\u2019t it? I\u2019m affecting you somehow.\u201d He closed his eyes, unable to look at her.<\/p>\n

She was too perceptive, too unafraid. And she was right. Her presence was changing him, awakening parts of himself he\u2019d thought lost forever. \u201cThe curse,\u201d he said finally, the words dragged from some deep part of his memory. \u201cUnmated Vultor. Beast takes over.\u201d Her sharp intake of breath told him she understood the implications. \u201cAnd I\u2019m\u2026 what? Breaking the curse?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOr making it worse.\u201d He opened his eyes, forcing himself to meet her gaze. \u201cThe beast wants you. Wants to claim you. As mate.\u201d The word hung between them, heavy with meaning. Her eyes widened, but she didn\u2019t back away. Didn\u2019t run. Instead, she took another step toward him, close enough now that he could feel the warmth radiating from her body. \u201cAnd what do you want, Malrik?\u201d<\/p>\n

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he beast\u2019s claws dug into earth as he stalked silently through the forest. Only the scent of evergreens and the distant rush of water registered as he slipped through the shadows, his massive form blending easily with the darkness between trees. The cottma he was tracking suddenly paused, head up and long ears twitching, as it became aware of his presence.<\/p>\n

It tried to dart into the undergrowth but it was too late. He pounced, claws extended, and ended the chase in an instant. His jaws snapped and blood filled his mouth, hot and satisfying. He tore into the flesh, consuming the meat with savage efficiency. This was his existence now. Hunt. Kill. Eat. Defend his territory. Sleep. A simple cycle with no past or future, only the endless present of instinct and survival.<\/p>\n

A breeze shifted through the trees, carrying something new, and he paused mid-bite. His nostrils flared, drawing in a scent unlike anything in his mountain domain. Sweet, like the wildflowers that bloomed in hidden valleys, yet with an undertone of metal and oil. The combination tugged at something buried deep within his consciousness. The half-eaten cottma forgotten, he raised his head and inhaled deeply. The scent called to him, not to his hunger but to something else\u2014something lost beneath fur and fang and claw.<\/p>\n

Female. The word surfaced unbidden, a fragment from another existence. Not prey. Not enemy. Something else. Something important. Images flashed through his mind\u2014hands instead of paws, words instead of growls. He shook his head, disoriented by these foreign thoughts. Malrik. Another word, this one more troubling. A name. His name? He snarled, confused by the intrusion of this other consciousness. He was beast, nothing more.<\/p>\n

This\u2026 Malrik\u2026 was a threat to the simplicity of his existence. Yet the scent pulled at him, awakening hunger of a different kind. He stored the remains of his kill and set off through the trees, tracking the elusive fragrance, drawn by an instinct stronger than his resistance. It led him down the mountain\u2019s slope, towards a village nestled amongst the foothills. He crested a ridge and froze. Below, a small figure walked briskly along the road that skirted the edge of the forest. Small, but not a child.<\/p>\n

Her soft curves were evident despite the heavy clothing she wore, and wild blonde curls glittered in the sunlight like precious metal. She carried a heavy pack on her back and a tool belt slung around her hips. Female. Human. Beautiful. The thought was not the beast\u2019s. It belonged to the other\u2014to Malrik\u2014who stirred more insistently now.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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