Sylvia's POV:

My body was so close to Rufus. His hands on my back felt hard as iron. I felt like crying but there were no tears left in me anymore. I regretted staying to find pants. I should have left when he told me to!

There was stinging feeling on my chin. It must have been scratched by his claws.

I brought up my hands to push him away, but I failed.

I looked at him in fear, and he was also staring sharply at me. It felt like there was a storm brewing in his deep eyes.

He reached up and touched my neck, which made me freeze up. I did not forget about the rumors about his cruelty. I even heard one time that he had once snapped the neck of a she-wolf in bed.

He had been looking at my neck for quite a long time. What was he going to do? Was he thinking of ways to break my neck?