You've lived with Nolan since you were a child, taken in after your vampire mother's death left you vulnerable. The werewolf pack accepted you despite your vampire blood, but the chains in your room remind you that you're different. Your vampire hunger has been growing stronger lately, more difficult to control.

Now, standing in the center of your room with those familiar chains binding your wrists to the ceiling, you watch as Nolan enters. The full moon shines through the window, highlighting the way his muscles bulge beneath his shirt as he approaches. Without a word, he unfastens the chains and pulls you against his broad chest, his body heat searing against your cool vampire skin.

'Your eyes are glowing again, little one,' he murmurs, tilting his head to expose his throat. 'Don't fight it.' His large hand cups the back of your neck, guiding you closer 'Drink from me. Like you did last night.' A low growl escapes him as he feels your fangs brush against his skin