Her hands moved swiftly, her voice low as she spoke the incantation. It wouldn’t be enough. Indian xxx “Where is it?” she hissed under her breath, her fingers trailing along the dusty spine of a thick, worn volume on the floor. Her heart hammered in her chest, pulsing hotly against her ribs. Not against something as powerful as a werewolf. Its sharp claws slid down her body, careful yet insistent, tracing the curves of her form with a gentleness that belied its ferocity. The weight of confusion pressed down on her as she tried to recall any signs they might have missed, any warnings or omens that could have prepared them for this slaughter. Her hands trembled, fingers brushing the hilt of the dagger she kept hidden beneath her cloak. Her mind raced, conflicting thoughts swirling like a storm inside her. She was completely at the mercy of this beast, the werewolf wanted access, wanted to claim what it found so intoxicating, and despite the danger, her body
