Fiona
I swallowed hard as I stared at him. A handful of scars ran from his chin down his throat and disappeared under his shirt. One of his eyes was discolored and cloudy, and his skin was weathered with time. Long, thinning gray hair was gathered in a ponytail at the nape of his neck, and he was dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt. Most likely, he hadn’t run here as a wolf. Power pulsed around him. An alpha, but not one I’d met at the ball.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” I said loudly, hoping to signal to Corinne, wherever she was, that we were no longer alone. Fear gripped me, and I didn’t know what to do. I had the higher ground but didn’t know where to go if I had to run. If this was the only staircase, I was trapped up here.
“I was about to say that neither are you, but I can s
