na

us whisper that quickly curdled into rage. The

rself on a dresser, her eyes flashing with resentment before she qui

olling off him in waves. "Do you have any idea what you're saying, Fiona?" he snarled, loom

ing proximity, had been enough to reduce me to a weeping, begging mess. A memory surfaced: being locked in this room for days,

r ag

n't distinguish between his mate and his mi

ept up his neck, flooding his face, and his car

and lashing out to grab my shoulder, to for

ed with a preternatural speed. I twisted sideways, his fingers grasping only air, and in the same fluid motion

ac

oing off the high ceilings-the mos

on his cheek. He stood perfectly still, his mind clearly unable to process what had

natic! You dare strike my son!" She scrambled

mouth, but I saw it-a glint of malicious

en's stunned face. That, I thought with vicious

dripping with ice, "Don't

owen's eyes. His human reason fled, and the wolf within

were not meant to calm him-they were aimed at me. "Guards! Seize this madwoman! She has a

eir weapons, their faces a mixture of fear and grim duty. I felt n

in the room was stretched to its breaking point, a voice cut through the

y a hand on t

apped towards

k black uniform of the Shadow Guard. His face was harshly handsome, carved from stone, and

to the room. A Gamma's aura. It dwarfed Bowen

ely. Their knees buckled, looking

went corpse-white.

earful whisper on her lips. "The Gamma of t

y on me. For a single, breathtaking moment, the ice in his eyes seemed to thaw,