Witches were the keepers of the balance, guardians of the veil between realms. The creature leaned down, sniffing her neck, its breath hot against her skin. xnx She had to find the tome, the only artifact that might hold the answer to what had happened—and maybe, just maybe, it held a way to stop it. Elara’s world narrowed to the rhythmic pulse of the werewolf’s thrusts, each one more urgent and frenzied than the last. The threat of his presence clung to her like a second skin. Elara’s gaze swept the dimly lit space, trying to focus, to gather her scattered thoughts. The small window in the corner seemed impossibly far away, and she knew she wouldn’t make it before the werewolf was on her. “I can’t hold on!” she gasped, feeling the world around her start to blur.
