Rowan’s Pov

Who was she?

That question was like a ghost that haunted me. Her dull silver eyes haunted me with each gaze that had seemed to bore themselves so deep they refused to leave.

Frustration nudged at my chest.

I had seen those eyes before, and I had a feeling that this was not the first meeting.

Worse, my wolf was even more on edge than I was. He was itching and acting restless to see her again, but I knew that she hated me.

I could smell it. The hate, anger, and fury. It ...