LUCA
“Ruthmayer.”
I spat the name with every ounce of hatred and disgust I could muster. My voice was low and dangerous, vibrating with a rage I barely contained.
I guess that was a normal reaction to finally realizing that your greatest enemy had been right under your nose all along.
The vampire c****d his head, a wicked smirk curling his lips as his entire form began to shimmer and shift. All of a sudden, the illusion of Marco melted away, leaving behind the tall, gaunt figure I had seen in my worst nightmares.
“I must say, I am almost impressed. You figured it out faster than your mate did,” Ruthmayer drawled as he clapped, a slow, deliberate sound that pissed the hell out of me.
My chest thumped hard as blood roared through my veins, and my wolf, Baelor howled within me, urgin
