ny of this means," she said, her voice trembling despite her effort to stay calm. "You keep t

e's got a point, you know. If we're going to drop her int

htened. "It's n

ou," Lachlan mutter

a blade. He turned to Selene, his gaze steady. "You're right. You deserv

s, forcing herself to

ut finally perched on the edge of a worn armchair, her fingers gripping the armrest.

?" Declan began. "The stories about we

ke a shield. "You mean the kind of stuff you hear

myths," Rowan

if she'd heard him

is voice steady but heavy

nd reeling. "You're telling

ing with amusement. "See? That

an growled, shooting his

call them crazy, but the memory of those silver eyes in the

uddenly, her voice sha

an eyebrow.

here and tell me I've somehow stumbled into a supernatural soap opera, y

couldn't help but notice the unspoken conv

ting into something more serious. His gaze locked onto hers, and for a momen

out," he said

a low growl rumbled from his chest. His hands shifted, the fingers elongat

e scrambled back in her chair

r, his features returning to normal in the blink of an e

hest, her heart hammering agai

hed for her, his ex

ng. "So you're werewolves. And you think

here-it's not a coincidence. This house, this town

thing. She opened her mouth to respond, but the

his eyes narrowing as h

e," he

s shoulders as if preparing for a figh

elene. "Stay here. Lock the doors

?" she asked, ris

n said, his vo

gue

explained quickly. "They're dangerous. And t

Lachlan disappeared through the door, their forms blurring into shadows as th

said firmly. "We

eaving Selene alone in

mind racing with questions. Werewolves. Rogues. Prophecies. No

chill crawl up her spine. For the first time, she reali

r might be waiting for