She runs through snow and shadows. But I smell her fear. I taste her pulse. And now I can never let her go. I’m the monster mothers warn their children about. The thing that collects bones and bleeds the night. But she—fragile, human, defiant—changes the hunger in my chest. I should devour her. Instead, I drag her into my lair. I hold her like treasure. I starve for her like curse. She thinks I’ll let her run again. She thinks she can survive the dark without me. She’s wrong. She’s mine. And I’ll feed on her until she begs for death—or for more. I don’t just cage her in my lair. I teach the dark to fear her name. Read on for bone-deep obsession, predator’s protection, blood-soaked claiming, and a monster who would rather burn the world than lose his balm. HEA Guaranteed!