Elene’s stomach churned as she saw the dark veins covering Forrest’s body, writhing as if they were a living thing under his skin.
“It’s alright,” he uttered, extending his hand in her direction as though he intended to caress her, only to retract it swiftly upon realising what he was doing. “It’s—safe now.”
He turned away not to see the look on her face because he was afraid that if he saw it, it would break him.
“What—” Elene suddenly realised how dry her throat was. “What do you mean—safe? What are those dark marks all over your skin? Why are they—”
“My apologies, but I need you all to hold on to something,” Joaquin interrupted them, rescuing his Alpha just in time. “If we don’t get away from here fast—”
“I think it will be impossible to pretend that it wasn’t us now,” Forrest mutt
