The Terrebonne Parish Shifters Series (3/3)
 
 
I exist to protect her. My beast lives to ravage her. Razor-sharp claws shred the soft, supple skin. Hot blood spills, and her pulse fades behind my temples. She will always be in harm's way with me in the picture.
 
I breathe for his touch. Until his touch nearly stole my last breath. I peel away the corners of the dirty gauze, revealing bruised, puckered flesh. I haven't laid eyes on Nolan since that bloody day on the water, but I can feel him. He's nearby, watching and guarding.