Angel and I stared this guy down, tension crackling between us. At a loss for words, he seemed cornered and frightened, his eyes darting for an escape. My own nerves were tight—I could feel uncertainty rising in my chest as I bluffed my way through. The truth is, I didn't know who the hell Easton Chase was; my guess that he was the Hunters leader was a total shot in the dark. Still, it looked like I hit the mark. Flustered and sweating, he tried to move away, anxiety written all over his face. Charlie stopped him, making sure he couldn't escape.
Axel soon joined us outside, a worried frown on his face. The rest of the pack lingered inside, probably wondering what was going on. Dizzy and panicky, my breaths came quick and shallow as odd sensations stirred in my chest. I felt confusion and
