Blood Moon, Original Version (Shifters #1) by Geraldine Allie Page A

loosened his grip on her, he removed his hand from her mouth only to be greeted with a loud scream that was painful to his ears.
                  As the woman twisted from his grip and turned to face him, he could see the fear in her eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.
                  Nate noticed he was still holding the woman. He was not sure if letting her go was the right option. Maxine looked down at her wrist. “Let me go!” At her request, Nate released her.
                  Maxine stepped back from the man before looking down at the pile of ash that lay on the concrete walk. “What was he?” Maxine looked up into the man’s face remembering his own transformation and took another step back away from him. “What are you?” She asked.
                  Nate took a step closer in hopes of calming her fear, although he was not sure why he cared.
                  Maxine did not trust him. “If you come any closer, I will scream!”
                  If anything, Nate was not looking forward to another bought of this woman’s shrill cries. “Why would you want to do that when I just saved your life?” He asked.
                  He had saved her life. But that didn’t mean she trusted him.
                  Nate could smell the woman’s floral scent which caught him off guard. The woman was becoming too much of a distraction.
                  Nate reached out and grabbed the woman pulling her hard against him. Her scent banged at his senses jumbling his thoughts and summoned a need that bordered on danger. He wanted her and he could see the fear in her eyes that understood the danger that held her.
                  Maxine’s hands pushed at his chest, her fingers digging into him ready to fight off an attack. The man held her tight with no promise of release. Maxine’s fingers were stained with blood. She did not know if the blood was his or belonged to his victim.
                  Nate did not bother to look around the streets for onlookers; his attention was focused elsewhere, on the woman he held tight in his arms. She fought against his hold, but with each struggle, he held her even tighter.
                  “Why do you fight me?” He asked.
                  She trembled with fear and scratched his skin until she felt every nail would break off.
                  He pulled her closer until she could hardly breathe. “Why are you doing this to me?”
                  As he pondered the woman’s words, he took in her scent only intensifying his need. As if knowing he was not about to release her, she let her head fall back exposing her slender neck. Nate was still as he imagined his lips on her skin. He could see the thump of her pulse quicken beneath her flesh. He lowered himself closer lavishing on the thought of tasting her.
                  She pulled away in a desperate attempt to free herself.
                  A growl broke the silence that came from him with a need he could barely fight anymore. His only thought was to lay claim to this woman as he lowered his lips to her flesh.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
                  Maxine had fought with every ounce of strength to free herself from this man, and he still held her tight. As he bent his head and lowered his lips onto her neck, she found herself overwhelmed. Her heart pounded as if it would burst from her chest at any moment. Alarms were sounding inside of her that roared danger, but her body remained locked in place.
                  His body was warm and his scent intoxicating. All reason was lost as she stopped fighting him and lay limp in his arms.
                  “What… What are you doing to me?” The words were so quiet, they were barely audible. Maxine