Wyn tilted his head, a sharp claw tracing the line of Danny's jaw without breaking the skin. He could taste the soul beneath—vibrant, stubborn, and inexplicably warm. For a monster who had spent centuries consuming darkness, this tiny, defiant spark was more intoxicating than any kill.
"I should eat you," Wyn whispered, though he made no move to strike. Soul Eater by Lily Mayne
Danny tripped. A single loose stone skittered down the ravine, sounding like a gunshot in the dead silence. Wyn tilted his head, a sharp claw tracing
"You're small," the Soul Eater rumbled, the sound vibrating in Danny’s chest. "I should eat you," Wyn whispered, though he
A low, gravelly sound escaped the monster—a laugh. It was the first time Danny realized that in this desolate, terrifying world, he might have just found the only thing more lonely than himself. He came for the tech, but as Wyn’s shadow wrapped around him, Danny realized the Waste was about to get a lot more complicated.
"I'd probably give you indigestion," Danny retorted, his voice trembling despite the bravado.