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329 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 25, 2021
The Wild Hunt happened every three years, when the monster Wyn appeared from fuck knew where and swept across the country, massacring humans in seemingly random fashion.
(…)
He was apparently one of several monsters that made up the Hunt, with Northern America his turf. He’d been shot at, stabbed, disembowelled, set on fire, blown up by several land mines, doused in acid… Whatever method of killing someone you can imagine, it’d been attempted to take out Wyn. None of them had worked.
"I love you.” His voice shook the tiniest amount, making my heart swell too big for my chest. “More than anything in this universe. But you can’t tell anyone.”
I burst out laughing, happiness filling every inch of me, every cell, until it felt like I would burst. I shoved at his chest. “Because no one can know Wyn the Soul Eater has a heart?” He leaned in and nuzzled my face, his cool lips brushing my mouth. “Exactly,” he murmured,"
❝You’re in my blood now, Danny Sullihan. I’ll always be able to find you.❞
❝I don’t know what humans need. You need so many things to stay alive, it’s pathetic.❞ — Wyn 🤣
❝You’re the strongest person I know, Danny,❞ he told me, and leaned forward to press a kiss to my stomach. ❝No matter what life has thrown at you, you’ve carried on. Making the best of what you have.❞ He shook his head, forehead brushing against my abdomen. ❝You’re brave. Fearless. Too good for me.❞
❝You were the first human to treat me with something other than contempt or disgust.❞
❝I want you all the time, Danny Sullihan.” His nose nudged mine. ❝My sweet human,❞ he murmured.
❝I won’t let anyone hurt you, Danny,❞ Wyn said in his low, raspy voice, reaching up and gripping the back of my neck.
❝You want me, Danny?❞ Wyn asked. His distorted voice was intimately deep. Raspy. ❝You want my body? You want to get off?❞
❝You’re all I want, Wyn. You and me.❞ I swallowed, glad he couldn’t look at me while I said this. ❝My whole life has felt like I was just kind of drifting. No purpose. No aim. But now… This feels like where I’m meant to be. This feels right.❞