I came to the Appalachian wilderness to photograph wolves. I didn't know the wolves were watching me back.
For three weeks, someone circled my camp in the dark. Someone memorized my routines, my scent, the rhythm of my breathing through canvas walls. I never saw him. I never heard him.
Until the night he stepped out of the shadows — sharp-jawed, ink-black hair, eyes that glowed like a predator's — and told me I'd captured something on camera that could get me killed.
Malakai doesn't talk. He doesn't explain. He watches, he tracks, and when he decides something belongs to him, he doesn't let go.
He says he's keeping me alive. But the way he looks at me — patient, obsessive, consuming — has nothing to do with protection and everything to do with possession.
I should run. I've always run.
But what happens when the thing hunting you is the only thing that feels like home?
Genre: Paranormal Romance
For three weeks, someone circled my camp in the dark. Someone memorized my routines, my scent, the rhythm of my breathing through canvas walls. I never saw him. I never heard him.
Until the night he stepped out of the shadows — sharp-jawed, ink-black hair, eyes that glowed like a predator's — and told me I'd captured something on camera that could get me killed.
Malakai doesn't talk. He doesn't explain. He watches, he tracks, and when he decides something belongs to him, he doesn't let go.
He says he's keeping me alive. But the way he looks at me — patient, obsessive, consuming — has nothing to do with protection and everything to do with possession.
I should run. I've always run.
But what happens when the thing hunting you is the only thing that feels like home?
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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