Ren always cursed at the clueless characters in horror movies. The ones who just stood there, screaming at the top of their lungs while the masked killer slowly approached with a weapon.
She had sworn up and down that she would be the ultimate survivor, the one who bolted for the door at the very first sign of trouble. But now, backed against a giant oak tree in the Beast World with her heart lodged firmly in her throat, she was doing the exact same thing.
She was completely paralyzed by fear.
Kaelen slowly approached her, his bare feet making absolutely no sound against the mossy forest floor. His lean, muscular chest was heaving with erratic, heavy breaths that puffed into the cool morning air.
