The Bound Wolf

Clara

Thorne and I stay up late into the night talking, reveling in this new discovery. I’d believed our dream date would give us closure, but it turns out it wasn’t the end at all – it was the beginning.

“It’s no wonder you’ve been feeling so off-kilter.” Thorne consoles, trailing his fingers up and down my naked back.

When he’d started stripping me, I thought we were going to make love again –