Eleanor's POV

The Vatican always went dark quickly in the summer. It was clearly a little brighter ten minutes ago, but soon it was swallowed up by darkness and silence. It was a full moon, and it wasn't until I realized that things seemed a bit ominous. Because Logan once told me that the werewolves' sexual desire reached its peak every full moon.

My clothes had been completely taken off by Lawrence, torn into rags by him and casually thrown on the floor, but this seemed like nothing to worry about because soon, his body was over mine. Through the fabric of my clothes, I could feel that his body...