Chapter 37 Maxon
Chapter thirty-seven
Maxon
Ican feel it—a gnawing hunger, a deep, primal need clawing its way to the surface. It’s everywhere, an ache that reverberates through my entire being. It’s a hunger gnawing at my soul, demanding her presence, and only the depths of our bond can appease it.
The new moon is drawing closer. Despite the darkness, I can sense its approach like a predator senses its prey, a subtle shift in the night’s energy.
The pull usually wouldn’t be this bad, but my body is screaming for replenishment, for the chance to heal.
The dull, throbbing ache in my gums worsens, spreading with each passing second.
My body is demanding my mate to heal it.
I look down at the deep, gaping cuts across my torso and see the once-crimson flow of blood from my wounds has now reduced to a sluggish seep.