Each Lykae housed a wolflike “beast” inside, like a possession. This rendered them immortal and made them crave and appreciate the elementals: food, touch, sex. But, as she’d seen tonight and the night before, it also could make a Lykae unable to control its ferocity, a ferocity their kind willingly unleashed during sex, reveling in scratching, biting, and marking flesh in a frenzy. Which had always sounded hellish to Emma—a being cursed with fragility and a deep-seated fear of pain.
