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**THE FULL MOON**
The sun disappeared below the horizon.
The moon rose.
And Thessian's control shattered like glass.
One moment he was standing across the room, fighting to hold on to humanity. The next, he was moving—faster than her eyes could track, werewolf speed closing the distance between them in a heartbeat.
His hands caught her face, tilted it up, and he kissed her with desperate, consuming hunger. Not gentle. Not asking permission. Just taking what the wolf demanded, what the moon commanded, what some part of him had wanted since the moment she'd run to him in fear and chosen him over the darkness.
Liora gasped against his mouth, her hands coming up to grip his shirt for balance. The kiss was overwhelming, possessive, tasting of desperation and need and something that transcended human desire into something more primal.
When he pulled back, his eyes were blazing pure gold, his canines slightly elongated, his entire body radiating barely contained power.
