The silence after Lucien’s threat was deafening. The two wolves scrambled back, their furs bristled as Talia immediately shifted into Lycan form.

She wasn’t stupid, she knew that was the only chance she was going to get if this turned into a fight.

Aria stood by the side, her hair a wild halo from all the intense movement she was doing. Her breathing, which had previously been rough, had evened out as relief flooded her bones. Even her splitting headache seemed to hurt far less than ...