Michael Reese.
“You’re. . . alive?”
My voice came out as a mere whisper, staring at the majestic wolf behind me. He stopped growling at Jonathan when he shifted back to his human form, morphing as well to that handsome man, but something was off. His eyes. Those hazel eyes I adored were crimson red, so ominous, mysterious, and weirdly enough, compelling.
I understood, right then and there, that this was the monster Tyler had seen in his dream. I recalled, at this very moment, Ryker’s doubt about his death. I didn’t kill Hayden. Whatever that traitor, Edward, has given me wasn’t lethal. It was probably a drug that put Hayden in a near-death state, making me believe I succeed in killing him.
But all of this didn’t matter. The warmth in my heart for finding out Hayden was alive troubled
