THALINA’S POV
Thorn’s words lingered like a blade pressed to my throat.
He stood there, hands in his pockets, staring at the two of us dubiously. Seeing the tears in my eyes and the way Greg’s hands were on my waist possessively, he couldn't help but scoff and shot me a questioning cold look.
“Who’s this man, Thalina?” he asked in that deep rumble of a voice.
The corridor grew tighter, air suffocating with both men with two equally alpha wolf energy competing against each other. Greg’s grip on my waist stiffened, his body coiled like a wolf ready to strike his opponent.
“Back off, whoever you are,” Greg barked, pulling the end of his mask to fully reveal his face.
I gasped seeing their uncanny resemblance displayed right before my very eyes. Now that both of them are standing in fron
