“Let’s go,” he whispered, sliding his bloody palm across Sibyl’s cheek. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the Alpha that should never have been in the area where she was being hunted. Why was he here? How had he found her? Was he here to take her back? A few moments ago, she had wondered if someone might be waiting for her, and now Keshton had appeared. He was always there whenever she was in trouble or lonely. Why? Had they not had a very unpleasant argument only a few hours ago? Then why had he come looking for her?
However, the Keshton in front of her looked different. His eyes were darker than ever, his touch on her cheek rougher, and he seemed to be struggling to control multiple variables at once, himself and his wolf, not letting Sibyl’s heat dominate him, so that it wouldn’
