*one minute before being taken*
The nervousness in the crowd is impossible to ignore. It’s in the air everyone breaths, the quake in their skin, the slight shudder of the wolves inside them that wanted out.
But the Wicked Wolf’s presence is powerful and large, forcing everyone in the room to bend to him without him even lifting a finger.
Because his fingers were on me, busy exploring, busy searching.
He looked so hungry, so ready to consume and devour.
It scared me.
Yet the beating of my heart, the heat under my skin said otherwise.
“And I want everything, Miss Rhys. Everything.”
His words were a promise, an oath that is so very sacred, yet they had such a despicable meaning. It made my entire body quake from the inside.
My heart was beating so hard and so fast. All for him. All
