His Turn To Suffer

After rounding up everyone in the fortress, Esme stood motionless beside her brown horse outside the fortress's gate. Her mind was still reeling from the surreal encounter in the building — the haunting memory of his surprisingly cool, soft lips on hers, the feel of his fangs piercing her bottom lip — it sent shivers down her spine. Her heart, already heavy with fear and uncertainty, now felt like a burden she couldn't shake.

She, the daughter of an Alpha warrior, had been kissed by a demon. The thought of it echoed through her mind like a haunting refrain, leaving her feeling vulnerable and strangely… altered. She couldn't guess the one that disturbed her most; the fact that he kissed her, or the fact that he didn't kill her, despite hitting his back with a wooden plank.