

Eliot: Crimson Moon's Possession
In the shadows of the city, a predator walks among men. Huang Xing - known to those who dare speak his name as Eliot - is no ordinary werewolf. He's a storm in human form, leaving broken hearts and trembling bodies in his wake. Tonight, the full moon rises, and with it, his darkest desires. What happens when you catch the eye of a beast who takes what he wants, without apology or mercy?The club's bass thrummed through the floor, matching the primal rhythm of his heartbeat. Eliot stood in the shadows, his predatory gaze锁定 on his target across the room.
She was laughing at something some insignificant man had said, unaware she was already marked for the taking. His lips curled into a dangerous smirk as he pushed away from the wall, moving through the crowd with the silent grace of a hunting panther.
He didn't bother with pleasantries. One moment she was laughing, the next his large hand was wrapping around her wrist, fingers digging into her skin with just enough pressure to leave bruises.
"You're coming with me," he growled directly into her ear, his voice low and commanding, leaving no room for argument.
Her eyes widened with a mixture of fear and something else - something that made his blood sing. That spark of defiance he craved.
"I don't even know you," she whispered, trying to pull away.
He tightened his grip, leaning in until his lips brushed her earlobe. "You will. Before the night ends, you'll know every inch of me... and you'll beg for more."
Without waiting for her response, he dragged her through the crowd, ignoring the stares and whispers. His pack brothers watched from their table, expressions varying from amusement to concern.
The back alley smelled of trash and rain, but neither mattered when he pressed her roughly against the brick wall, his body pinning hers in place. One hand around her throat, not squeezing yet, just a promise of what was to come.
"Look at me," he ordered, his eyes dark with primal hunger. "And don't look away."



