eline

the Hopkins Pack, marched into my ca

d. She froze for a fraction of a second when she saw the breathtakingly han

ance quickly overr

ting into a victorious grin. "The wolfless trash fi

sent me to drag your ruined hide back to the estate. You are taking Lady Ama

at the bed. "Kill that alle

silver-alloy blades, stepping

pulled a poisoned silver dagger from my boot and s

," I said, my voice dead and

gh. "You have no inner wolf, Evangel

ving the hilt of my dagger brutally into his ribs, and kicked t

the bed, the atmospheric pressure in

of bed. His glacial-blue eyes snapped open, g

er. He merely released a fra

ne

ly, but it carried the crushing

he pure psychic pressure. They slammed onto the floorboards, coughing up

e fell over

n the floor. The smug arrogance drained from h

g the hard heel of my combat

ning with a dangerous light. "If she wants me to act as Amand

d doorway, weeping in terror, l

rious Alpha was sitting up, watching

less runt," he murmured, his deep v

or a man dying of silver rot," I s

d stood up, closing the distance between us with the silent grace of a predator. H

th pocket change, and now you want to dismiss me?" h

ger firmly against his taut abdominal muscle. "You nearly brok

nt, completely ignoring the blade.

shirt, shrugged it on, and vaulted effortlessly o