The last thing I should be doing is disturbing an unconscious, bleeding wolf-monster by poking it with a stick. But when it woke, it'd feed on the closest humans around, and I had to stop it.

I would do anything for my adoptive parents, even make a bargain with the beast. But I never anticipated my fear turning to lust, or that the big, bad Lycan would develop a taste for my flesh.

One minute I feared him, and the next, the Lycan was an addiction I grew tired of fighting. Could he feel the same about me, or would he devour me once I was no longer useful to him?