lon

to wash away the sickening stench of Dan and Laura's betrayal clinging to my memory. My hands sh

shut, sealing me in a quiet, leather-scented cocoon. Almost instant

an

ly against the lining of the bag, a pathetic rhythm of his panic. I leaned my head against the cold, tinted window, watching the glowing lights of the Blackwood Pack lands blur as silen

Indus

The lobby was empty save for the Pack Warrior guards, who gave me a confu

walked straight into Al

d winter frost-wrapped around me. Usually, his lingering aura made my skin prickle wi

iving, breathing thing, clawing

crystal bottle of his most expensive Scotch, popped the cork, and took a long, desperate pull. The amber liquid burned like

line on Kane's massi

warmly in my veins, stripping away my usual

purred through the speaker. "It's Krystal. You haven't

d a right to someone else's time and loyalty-snapped the last

voice dripping with a veno

the other end. "Excuse me? Who is this

t bore him," I snapped, slamming the rec

f self-loathing. I was losing my mind. I took another reckless gulp of the Scotch, turning

or. I didn't even hear t

he ambient scent of cedar and frost exploded into a

nearly droppi

arded, and his tie loosened. His stormy gray eyes locked onto me with a terrifying in

es under the sheer weight of his presence. But th

his large, warm hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle, prying it effor

meet his furious gaze, my

e," I slurred, the words tumblin

cted never came. Instead, his jaw clenched, and a storm of unrecognizable emotions-worry, a dark,