He was a tracker with no track to follow.
No plan.
Nothing.
He only knew that he would keep his most prized possession—he had to. He wanted to own her in all ways, to fully know her. He had her blood, now her soul. All that was left was her body. Perhaps her heart. Trust? Love?
Getting soft, he told himself. Man up.
But he wanted her so badly. It hurt his hollow chest to think that he wouldn't get his treasure. Two more days until the change would be complete. Two more days until Bella would be his.
My Bella.
He hissed in anticipation.