The forest held its breath.

A figure stood at the edge of the clearing..tall, broad-shouldered, his face obscured by shadows. Long, tousled hair cascaded down his back, catching the moonlight. Only his pale green eyes gleamed, luminous and haunting.

He tilted his head back and howled..a sound that split the night.

Fingers tore at his shirt, revealing a sculpted torso, muscles rippling under the silver glow. Scars etched stories across his skin, but it was his eyes that told the tale of ...