NYX

I wiped my tears, feeling kind of lost. I even looked around the room, into the dark corners, searching for its owner.

"You...?" When I turned my head again to look at him, he was right there, watching my face.

I stared into the depths of those icy orbs, and my magical soul vibrated in sync.

His cold nose slowly slid across my damp cheeks, licking me.

It felt way too unreal—this magic’s awareness, its own personality and autonomy, an ice wolf.

I closed my eyes, letting myself go, raising my hand to caress his back, which mimicked fine frost-like fur strands.

“Mmmm,” I moaned with pleasure, feeling my energy slipping out against my will, blending with that winter, the scent of pines and snow-covered mountains flooding my mind.

Too delicious, addictive, too... dangerous.

“No!” I jolted awake, backing up on the mattress.

Pulling away from his influence, feeling like a traitor.

What the hell was I doing with that male’s power, by the Goddess?

I was scared to go further, afraid of disc