CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
She was now on all fours, her frame covered by dark beautiful fur as she growled lowly at us. She had been like that for the past twenty minutes, her eyes tactfully switching from me to Lucian and back. She was not even attempting to run off which was rather uncommon for first-time werewolves. She should be having the urge to kill but she wasn’t. Not only were her eyes different but the venom in them was chilling.
“Now what?” Lucian muttered, well-positioned in defense form in case of an attack.
“We wait for your mother. I mean, it’s not like she is attacking us,” My heart was pounding so hard, my stare never breaking from the wolf before me. I had no idea what she was capable of.
“Don’t you think that is a problem? She is supposed to be attacking us or attempting
