Don't Feed The Satyr

“They told me not to feed the satyr.
They never warned me what would happen if I did.”

The warnings were stitched into her hem.
Don’t feed him. Don’t meet his eyes. Don’t go into the woods at night.

She ignored all of them.

Now the forest knows her name.

When a dying creature stumbles out of the Thornwood and collapses at her feet, she makes a choice she can’t take back—she feeds him. Not just honey… but something far more dangerous.

Him.

Waelen is the last of his kind. Feral. Starving. Bound to ancient laws that don’t care about consent, reason, or escape. And now that she’s tasted him—and he’s tasted her—there’s no going back.

Because in the Thornwood…
feeding a satyr isn’t kindness.

It’s a contract.

And he’s come to collect.

As desire turns into obsession and the forest tightens its grip, she’ll have to decide:

Run…
or be claimed.