The Gift of the Beast by Wynter Raven

She touches me like I am her love.
Not a monster.
Not a curse.
Not the monster forged to kill her kind.
She should have run. Instead, she brought me inside. Gave me fire. Sang to me in the dark while I bled at her feet.
And now?
I’d rip the gods down for her.
She doesn’t know what it cost me to protect her. To kneel. To die. To come back in a body that remembers what it was to be loved—and what it would cost to lose her again.
I’m not healed. I’m hunted. I’m hers.

And if she tries to trade her life for mine?
I’ll drag her back from the altar myself.
She gave me freedom. I gave her forever.
We’re even now.

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