"Fuck you!" She barks getting to her feet.
"Do it yourself you coward." She's not happy with me comment or my grin, but she just can't help the small string tugging the side of her lip. She shakes her head moving to me.
Something about a good fight that excites Azriel, but only a fight with Maddison will satisfy him.
Azriel is a well know hunter of his own kind, Maddison is a well know werewolf hunter. What similar worlds they both come from, yet they're so different. Will their hate spark their relationship or the relationship spark their hate.
Either way, like cocaine, they're addicted to each other.
#1 🥇 huntress 04/08/21
#1 🥇tortured 26/11/22