The Ties That Bind

Elena

He was the devil without the disguise.

He never pretended to be anything other than the wolf he was, and I fell for it. Hard.

Now, I'm tangled in a web of deceit, not only of his making, but mine too.

A favour. Something owed.

A promise that would come back and bite me on the ass.

Anton

I don't know when it happened. When it changed.

When that initial combination of mild infatuation and burning hatred somehow morphed into my obsession.

When did it spiral out of control?

Was it when she first let me hold her hand? Or when my lips graced the reverence of her skin? Was it when she was naive enough to let the wolf into her inner sanctum?

Hard to say, but now I'm there. I'm not letting go.

Can I keep the girl I should have let go? Or does fate have other things in store for us?