ABIGAIL

The episodes with my fire wolf kept getting worse.

It was like you were burning up from the inside, horribly, and there were very few things that could help.

One of them was my sister’s winter magic, but Hannah wasn’t here, so, to survive, I clung to the only thing that could save me.

The lycan prince Fenrir… which led to this embarrassing situation I’m in now.

Lying on my side on the ground, wearing his shirt, I’m staring at the cave wall.

I wish I could play dumb, but I remember almost everything!

By the Goddess, I practically assaulted the man, and the tingling pleasure in my body still lingers.

There’s also an ache between my legs. Truth is, I don’t remember some moments very well… though I know we didn’t actually have sex.

“Bryda… Bryda!” I call to my inner wolf, but I know very well how exhausted she’s left every time she has to face that fire beast.

“Damn it,” I mutter without meaning to.

“Does it hurt again, Abigail? Are you awake already?” a rough voice comes from beh