This isn’t a love story. It’s a hunt.
Lexa: I carved runes into my spine to silence the wolf.
I bled under moonlight and bit down on screams.
I didn’t run to be saved.
I ran to never be found.
And if an Alpha dares put his hands on me,
I’ll rip out his throat before I let him touch me.
Andros: She smelled wrong. Wild. Buried.
Like something ancient trying to stay forgotten.
She looked at me like a threat.
Fought me like she’d rather die than be mine.
I should’ve left her alone.
But gods help me… I want her.
And I’ll unravel every secret she bleeds before I let her go.
