Chris’s POV

Your Silver had haunted me since her coming here. A Lycan around her pack? What other Lycan than the one I was looking at now?

I raised the torchlight to see his face. He lay face down, always tired, breathing heavily as though he had just eaten.

My warriors treated him like a pet, and he surely acted like one. I dropped the torch in the holder and attempted to walk away.

Suddenly, the Lycan growled, halting me. It carried authority and ...